Chapter 11 Teeth in the dark

Zara

The wound on my arm wouldn't stop bleeding.

Damian tried to wrap it while I drove, but every bump in the road made me grit my teeth and nearly snap the steering wheel in half.

"I've had worse," I lied.

He shot me a look. "You've had worse and lied about that too."

I didn't reply.

Because he was right.

The only reason I was still breathi