“Because I think you can keep yourself alive for five minutes, but any longer is asking for trouble.”
I glare at him.
“Five minutes, Bambi. Check.”
I look down at my phone and pull up the app.
Eleven minutes.
Fuck.
“Well?” He asks.
I roll my eyes and slip the phone back into my pocket.
“Fine,” I sigh, “but I’m not making conversation with you.”
The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Okay.”
“And you’re taking me straight home.”
“Of course.”
“And—”
“Bambi.” He says, cutting me off gently. “It’s just a ride.”
I look at him for one more second, searching for the angle and not finding one.
“Fine.” I mutter, falling into step beside him. “But if we get into an accident and you fucking kill me, I’m coming back to haunt your ass.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dahlia
The city movespast us in a blur of autumn foliage and colorful storefronts. And even though it’s the first time we’ve been alone together since the grocery store incident two weeks ago, I’m doing totally fine.
I’m not thinking about how good he smells, or how hot he looks driving this ridiculously sexy car, and I’m definitely not thinking about what happened the last time the two of us were alone together.
Nope.Not thinking about that at all.Did I mention I’m a goddamn liar?
I shift in my seat, and as my eyes look at everything but him, they catch on a book sitting in the center console. It’s flipped over, but recognition clicks immediately.
It’s Darkfever. The book Echo bought from me the first time he came to the store. The spine is creased, the pages are frayed, and there’s a receipt being used as a bookmark somewhere around the three quarter mark.
I stare at it for a second, then flick my eyes towards Echo and lean forward to turn the volume down.
“You’re actually reading it.” I say, sneaking a peek at his side profile.
Echo takes his eyes off the road for a split second to glance at the console and nods.
“Why?” I ask, a little more bluntly than I mean to.
“You said it was one of your favorites.” He shrugs. “I wanted to know why.”
“Did you figure it out?”
“I think so.”
