Ava huffed, raising an eyebrow. “You seriously think Lysander will go ballistic just because she leaned against you while feeling sick?”

“Lysander’s my boss, and Kylie… well, she's his.” 

Ava mumbled something under her breath, too quiet for me to catch.

“Just open the door,” Kim said, and then I found myself lying on the cool leather seats. Ava slipped her hands under my head, resting it in her lap. Her fingers gently combed through my tangled hair as she ...