Jenkins
Beni’s fists slam against the seat like he’s punching me straight in the stomach. Luna is screaming, demanding to know what happened to Zeldric while she speeds down the road. Lagos sits with his head bowed, fists clenched, and Oscar grips his shoulder, wincing in pain.
They’re all on edge. They’re all suffering.
And me…
I have no idea what the hell is happening to me.
My legs have never trembled this much, and the pressure in my chest—the one I was starting to get used to—has intensified so much that I struggle to fill my lungs with air.
I can’t stop thinking about Zeldric.
The way he looked at me.
The way his voice sounded when he told me he loved me.
I glance down at my hands, finding the rosary clutched between my trembling fingers.
The shouting continues, but I’m sti
