Chloe
The car jerked forward and slammed to a sudden halt, dragging my body slightly forward. My chest hit the restraint of the seatbelt hard enough to knock the air out of me.
“Stella, goddamn it!” I gasped, pressing a hand to my chest. “Do you want to kill us?!”
Stella rolled her eyes and slammed the gear into park. “I should be asking you! Chloe Summer, are you trying to give me a heart attack?! I’m too young. Too f*****g young to die of shock!”
I blinked at her, confused, until she reached toward me.
“No—wait—what are you doing?” I asked, fending her off.
“I have to make sure you’re actually you,” she muttered dramatically, inspecting my face like I was some sort of alien clone. She touched my cheek, then my forehead, then her fingers slid down to my neck.
I shrieked, jerking aw
