Grace POV

Something wet hits my face.

I jolt awake, blinking against the sharp sting. My fingers come away red—blood. Not mine.

"Ethan?"

My voice cracks. The world tilts sideways—no, the car tilts sideways. Shattered glass glitters across the dashboard like stars. I'm pressed against something solid and warm.

Ethan.

His arms cage me, one hand still braced against the crumpled door above my head. Blood runs from a gash above his temple, ...