"Are you okay?" Vanessa asks, grabbing my arm and inspecting the welts I've given myself.
"Just crazy itchy. Ever since I connected with the book, it's like energy is just buzzing right below my skin. Like a million ants at a dance party."
She frowns. "I wish I knew more about magic and its side effects. I hate not knowing if these things are normal."
"No kidding." Pulling my arm away, I scratch at it again.
Marcus's voice cuts through the night air. "Time's up. Let's move. Ava, come up front this time."
I climb into the passenger seat, grateful for the change. At least I can stretch out my legs a little. The cracked leather beneath me is hard and pokey, but it's still an improvement.
Vanessa takes the back, and I can feel her watchful gaze on me even in the darkness.
