Kianna's Pov:
The drive back to the dorm felt like it stretched on forever, the city lights blurring into streaks through the rain-spattered windows of Lysander's car.
Lesley sat in the back, wrapped in a borrowed jacket from one of Mordred's guys, her head resting against the seat as she stared out into the night.
She hadn't said much since we'd left Mordred's place, just quiet thank-yous and shaky breaths.
I kept stealing glances at her in the rearview, my chest tight with a panic I couldn't shake.
What if she never recovered from this? What if the nightmares stuck, turning my bubbly roommate into someone haunted?
It was my fault, my tangled life pulled her into the crossfire. How many more people would get hurt because of me?
All this thought piled up in my mind throughout the ride, I didn't even realize how long it took to get to the dorm.
