The drive back to Gaston’s place is quiet, the kind of silence that presses against my temples and makes the hum of the tires feel louder than it should. He barely speaks, let alone acknowledges my presence, his profile rigid against the faint glow of the dashboard. For once, I appreciate the silence. My head is still spinning, Edge potion rattling in my veins, and I’m positive I’ll hurl at any moment. The night outside blurs into streaks of shadow and copper streetlight, each flash stabbing my eyes.
“Thank you.” His voice is low, almost swallowed by the engine.
I wave my hand, regretting the motion instantly. “Don’t mention it.”
“I’m sorry you have to go out with Phantom, but I appreciate what you did for me—for Vahlia. We both owe you big.”
I shake my head to say no, bile ris
