RAVEN
The car screeched to a stop with only a light tap against my foot. My head spun from how close I’d come to being hit as I heard the door open, followed by rushing footsteps across the asphalt.
“I’m so sorry—”
The words faded the second I looked up, and my heart slammed into my throat. It was him. It was Lyall, and he looked just as shocked as I felt to see that it was me—or perhaps from almost hitting someone, given that he probably didn’t remember me.
A beat passed where we just stared at each other before he seemed to snap out of it and closed the remaining distance. He crouched beside me, strong hands carefully checking my arms, my legs, and my foot, seeing how close his tire had come.
But I quickly spoke, or tried to, as my words broke. “I’m okay.”
Tears came harder now, hu
