Chapter Seventy Seven
**OLIVER WEST**
We'd been driving for a few minutes in tense silence when he reached for his cigarettes.
No.
I won't talk to him!
The car could burn… who cares? Even as I thought about it, my heart spiked with panic and I felt as though I couldn't breathe.
The memories were slowly creeping in, my skin was becoming clammy and each breath felt difficult and heavier.
The moment I saw him pull one out, panic overrode my need to punish him with silence.
"Are you insane?" I yelped, smacking his hand away from his mouth before he could light it.
"You can't smoke while driving! Do you have a death wish? What if you crash? What if we both die in a fiery wreck—"
"You're caring about me?" Kieran interrupted, his voice soft with something that made me look at him crazy.
