Jasmine's POV
The image of Lina's face burned in my mind long after Palmer's car disappeared down the driveway. Something about her expression made my stomach twist with unease.
When we settled into our ride home, I shifted closer to her in the backseat. "Hey, you doing alright?"
She nodded quickly, but her smile looked forced and brittle. "Just dealing with a headache. Nothing serious."
That stopped me cold. Headaches were practically impossible for our kind. Our accelerated healing meant minor ailments like that simply didn't exist for werewolves.
Stephen glanced over his shoulder from the passenger seat. "You positive you're okay back there?"
"Absolutely," Lina replied, her voice pitched higher than normal. "I just need to get some sleep."
Luis caught my eye in the rearview mirror and shrugged. "Long day. Sometimes exhaustion hits different people in different ways."
