JASMINE'S POV
"I'll crash it," I said with one hand still resting on the hood of the matte black Aston Martin, like it was a loaded weapon.
Aiden didn't blink. "Then I'll buy you another one," he said without waiting a breath.
I looked up at him, really looked, and for the first time since he'd told me about the curse, about the ticking clock wrapped in bloodline and betrayal, I smiled.
Just a little.
"You're ridiculous," I said.
"I know."
"And reckless."
"I hope so."
I circled the car once in a slow, deliberate manner, like I was stalking it, or maybe it was stalking me. Either way, I could feel the purr of the engine before it ever turned over, like it already knew I was coming.
This wasn't about speed.
It was about control.
And I was ready to take some back.
Lyra purred, practically lounging in the back of my skull like a cat with a martini. "Now that's foreplay."
"Not helping," I muttered under my breath.
