Chapter 115
- The van rattled over another pothole, and I muttered under my breath, “Great. Just great. I really messed this one up.”
- Across from me, Jace Reyes snorted, stretching his long legs like we weren’t on the verge of a meltdown. “Relax, Ayla. You’re fine.”
- I glared. “How are you not freaking out? Everyone else is.”