CAELIN POV
Martha fell asleep twenty minutes after we left Greenwood.
She tried not to.
For the first ten minutes, she sat in the passenger seat with her back straight, one hand resting on her purse, chin lifted, eyes open through sheer stubbornness and what I suspected was a deep personal refusal to look vulnerable in front of me.
Then her head dipped once.
She snapped it back up immediately.
I did not smile, even if Oliver was chuckling like a mad dog in my head.
Mostly because I wanted to live.
Five minutes later, it happened again.
This time, she muttered something under her breath that sounded a lot like “absolutely not,” crossed her arms, and turned her face toward the window with the determination of a woman preparing to fight to sleep until the very last breath.
Sleep won
