The moment the car started moving, the tension that had been strangling Iva’s chest loosened just a little, enough for her to breathe again, though the air still felt thick and heavy in her lungs. Her heart was still racing, her hands cold despite the warmth of the afternoon sun filtering through the windshield.
Rana glanced at her from the driver’s seat, her brow furrowing.
“Are you okay?” her mother asked softly. “You look pale.”
Iva swallowed, her throat tight. “I… I don’t feel very well. I’m dizzy. My head hurts.”
It was not a lie, not really. Her body felt off balance, her emotions twisted into knots she could not untangle. Plus the strong hits that she received earlier in the library from Mark.
Rana hummed a low, thoughtful sound, her fingers tightening slightly around the steer
