LILA
The ride to Callum's place was a blur. My mind felt split in two. Half of me was still processing everything I'd dumped on him about Trisha and magic and how my world was spinning too fast, while the other half focused on the simple sensation of holding on to him. The wind whipped past us, and I pressed my helmeted face against his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing, the warmth of his body seeping through and cutting through the night's chill. It was a strange comfort, something solid in a sea of uncertainty.
But my thoughts wouldn't stop racing. The rush of the wind couldn't drown out the noise in my head. I had nearly killed Trisha today, and despite how twisted it sounded, part of me had been relieved. Relieved that, for once, I wouldn't have to deal with her. Tha
