I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I regained consciousness, I found us parked in front of a building and the skies were darkening as night approached.

Turning to Devyn, he had his eyes on me, and there was a concerned expression on his face. Leaning in, he gently grazed my cheek with his knuckles, but the coppery smell of blood reached my nose.

In a sudden panic, I shot up in my seat, and the throbbing headache intensified, causing me to wince.

“You’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine, you’re up,” his lips formed into a thin line, “You must've hit your head really hard.”

I recalled the events...