*Mia’s POV*

It was official. I had a concussion.

Not that I didn’t already know that from the vicious pounding in my skull, the new sensitivity to light, and the nausea of the room spinning despite Luna’s reassurance that the building wasn’t one knock away from an impromptu demolition.

Admitting it just felt like I was putting an even bigger damper on the mood.

As much as I hated to admit it though, hiding out in the old prohibition secret ...