Chapter 88

• “What’s happening to her?” one of the Academy security wolves asked from the front seat, glancing at us through the mirror. His scent was thick with concern, but also fear—like he knew something impossible was happening in the back of the car.
• “Keep your eyes on the road.” Zane muttered low, cupping my cheeks with hands that were way too gentle for a boy who’d spent months tormenting me. “You said this weakness started in the morning.”
• I forced out a breath, my voice thin. “And you pretended not to hear.”