Three years ago, Samuel had been ambushed by a rival faction, cornered and badly wounded at a mining site. I was the one who drove. I got behind the wheel with him unconscious and bleeding beside me, and I drove us out. I was three months pregnant. The violent escape cost me the baby, and left me with a severe phobia of rough car rides.
But he'd forgotten all of it.
He remembered that Selene got uncomfortable in bumpy cars. He forgot that I suffered through every single one.
The car pressed on. Each jolt felt like a blade peeling back another layer of my nerves. I fought the nausea down, refusing to let myself be sick, but the bile kept climbing higher in my throat.
My phone screen lit up. Based on the timing, it had to be a message from Joshua.
I was about to check it when Samuel grabbed the phone out of my hand.
"What message is so important? If you're carsick, stop staring at your phone. Rest."
He tapped the screen out of habit, trying to open it, but the passcode stopped him.