Not a Negotiation

GENEVIEVE'S POV

I kept my eyes glued to Harper’s unconscious form in the backseat of the van, even though I was sitting in the front, which meant I constantly had to twist my neck almost every few seconds just to check on her.

“Whatever you're doing, stop it.”

I froze, my head already turned as I glanced at her one more time before slowly letting my eyes travel to Cassian behind the wheel. A small