ILIANA’S POV
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My heart races as my hands flatten against the soft cotton shirt that’s strained by Drystan’s hard chest. My gaze flicks up, and I take a step back, putting my distance between us. “What just happened?” Void of any emotion, he shrugs, acting calm while my mind races with ideas that spin out of control. “Do you think we crashed into something?” My head twists and I look out of the window, but all I see is blue, and more blue. “I doubt it,” His eyebrows knit together, but the certainty in his tone sets me back into a wary space.
“How do you know?” I put more space in between us, eyeing him as a knot forms in my stomach. “Because I think they would have rung bells or the halt would have been much more rapid.” His eyes softens. He’s trying to comfort me with facts.
I nod, pu
