Cara’s POV
I’m in Alaric’s car and he’s driving Mia and I to the DarkWood hospital.
The car was speeding, but Mia's expression and the pain on her face changed even faster.
All I could do is gently stroke her hair. I admit, I was really worried about my daughter—so very worried—but I couldn’t show it. I needed to stay strong for Mia.
I can’t even imagine what might have happened if Alaric’s family doctor hadn’t had an allergy pen. And if Mia hadn’t eaten so much ice cream, would any of this have happened at all...?
No, that’s the wrong way to think. Even without the ice cream, Mia’s condition would have flared up sooner or later.
I looked down at Mia, sleeping painfully in my arms. It almost broke my heart.
“She’s going to okay. I’ll make sure of it,” Alaric says quietly, his hands
