DANIKA
By the time Isaiah pulls into Kaziel's driveway, the adrenaline has bled out of my system entirely. Now all I feel is pain. Raw, throbbing, bone-deep pain. Isaiah kills the engine and turns to look at me, his brows creased with worry.
"You should've waited for backup," he mutters.
I barely hear him. I'm holding myself together by threads. Carefully, I ease out of the car, taking shallow breaths. The front door swings open before we even reach it. Kira appears in the doorway, her eyes wide.
"Oh my goodness! Danika!"
She grabs my shoulders gently. "What happened? Are you okay? Isaiah, what the hell—?"
"I'm fine," I whisper.
It's a pathetic lie.
Kira looks at me as if she wants to shake the truth out of me. But she doesn't push. Instead, she steps aside, letting us in. The mome
