SLOANE
Riley had taken the wheel without asking. One look at my face and she was out of the passenger seat and around to the driver's side before I could even form a protest, guiding me gently but firmly into the seat she'd just vacated. I didn't fight her. I didn't have the energy to fight her.
My whole body felt like someone had turned up the temperature from the inside, every nerve ending raw and oversensitive, my skin flushed and tight in a way that had nothing to do with the afternoon air outside. My white shirt was sticking to my back. My hair was damp at the edges. I kept pressing my hand against the car window just to feel something cool against my palm and it wasn't helping.
The mark on my neck was burning. Not painfully, not like an injury, more like something alive and insis
