She swerves hard. Brakes screaming. The Charger skids to a stop inches from our bumper.
“WHOO!” I shout, adrenaline spiking through my veins.
I step out, walking toward her with my hands up. Non-threatening. Just want to talk.
But she burns rubber, whipping the Charger around the sedan and taking off.
“Fuck! Get her!” I shout, diving back into the car.
Atticus is already moving, the sedan fishtailing as we chase her again.
She’s good. Better than I expected. Weaving through lanes, taking sharp turns, using every trick she’s got.
But Atticus is better.
He pulls alongside her, matching her speed. I roll down my window, lean out.
“Lexi!”
She glances over. Eyes wide. Panicked.
“Pull over!”
“Fuck you!”
I laugh. I can’t help it. This girl is absolutely insane.
“I’m trying to help you!”
“You’re trying to kill me!”
“If I wanted to kill you, you’d already be dead!”
She swerves again, nearly clipping our bumper.
Atticus matches her move, staying right beside her.
“Revan!”
That makes her hesitate. Just for a second. Her foot eases off the gas.
“Jasper?” I shout.
She slows. Finally. Pulls over onto the shoulder.
We stop behind her.
I get out slowly, hands still up. Non-threatening.
She gets out too. Arms crossed. Glaring at me like she wants to rip my throat out.
“You’re Revan?”
“Yeah.”
“You tried to run me off the road!”
“I was trying to stop you before you got yourself killed.” I nod toward the Charger. “That the car you stole?”
