When I did not give her the reaction she had expected, a flicker of irritation crossed Ivy's eyes.
She turned right back around and kept flirting with Miles, and I drifted off to sleep to the sound of their chattering.
When I woke up, Miles had already parked the car in the underground garage. He sat quietly in the driver's seat, head bowed, lost in thought.
"We are here?" I asked. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
I grabbed my bag and reached for the door to get out, but Miles called my name to stop me.
"Cora," he said.
He asked, "Have you been really tired lately?"
I hauled the door open, tossed out a short "Yeah, I am," and climbed out, clutching my bag as I marched straight ahead.
A few seconds later I heard the thunk of his door shutting, followed by the sharp beep of the car locki
