Take good care of yourself and...your sister.
The words echoed into her mind, her hand clenched on the steering wheel, and the pedal sank under her foot...
The seat pushed into her back as the speed climbed...
...lights flickered past too fast, making her blink faster.
That threat.
There was no mistake in it.
Her teeth ground with a squeaking noise until a sharp ache bit her jaw.
And then...
The world outside the car blurred away, and a strange, crushing peace washed over her—nothing like the chaos she'd just come from.
That left her alone with her thoughts, broken now and then by a faint sound she ignored each time it came.
But then—
"Arabella?"
Her arm shook, snapping her drifting gaze back into place, and she turned her head toward the figure beside her.
With wide eyes, Flinn was looking at her—terrified.
What the hell was she doing?
Only then did her gaze go to the speedometer, and quickly lessening the pressure from her feet, the car slowed.
