LILA
I found it hard to believe Callum was actually injured as we walked toward his car. The way he moved looked far too fluid, too natural for someone who had just stopped a speeding vehicle with his bare hands.
“Can you drive?” he asked, tossing the car key toward me.
I caught it automatically. My eyes dropped to his hand.
It looked… wrong.
Crooked in a way that made my stomach twist. Whatever had happened to it was real. There was no way he could fake something like that.
The memory came back in a flash, the moment he stepped in front of the car, the impossible dent his hand had made before the injury. I coughed, half from the dust still clinging to my throat, half from the shock that still hadn’t settled.
“I can drive,” I said, my voice rougher than I expected. “But I didn’t bri
