My head bumped on the headrest so hard my teeth clicked together. A hand across my forehead, trying to feel my body again.
I sucked in a shaky breath and let it rush out loud, like I could blow the panic away with it. This was not like the other day. Lucien had grabbed my hand in time.
My hands kept jumping in my lap, fingers trembling, rubbing sweaty palms roughly against my dress. Veins thumping harder.
I turned my head slowly. Neck stiffened at the sight of the man who rescued me. Eyes narrowed at him.
Kena Adams sat behind the wheel.
“You?” The word jumped out sharp, almost a squeak.
He didn’t look at me.
Eyes locked on the road ahead like someone had not spoken to him. Jaw tight like he was serious, like he was some sort of A-list actor. Knuckles white on the steering wheel. He
