“You can kiss her later, Nico! Open the door!” Esme shouted through the glass. Milla laughed against my lips, about to move away until I kissed her harder, using my free hand to pull the blinds shut and block out my nosy cousin. The sound of a door unlocking broke us both apart—fucking metal locks. Esme’s conniving face appeared in the carriage; a bright grin stretched across her cheeks. “Camilla! Don’t make me bend this car out of shape just to get to you—”
