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“Need a hand?” My voice drops into something almost like a purr.
I tilt my head slightly, black-and-red streaked hair falling across my forehead as the glow in my hazel eyes brightens.
She says nothing, probably trying to process what happened to her.
“You should've been in my car instead.” My smirk spreads slowly. “Not with this novice fucker. Are you an idiot?”
CHAPTER 9
Riven
Beast - Mia Martina feat. Waka Flocka
It feels like my heart jumped straight out of my rib cage and launched itself through the windshield.
I was too frozen to care about that man, too focused on the fact that I was actually going to die.
I don't think I hit my head or anything. The seatbelt took most of the impact, and my death grip on the seat did the rest.
I'm trying to process that crazy bastard just made us crash.
I breathe heavily, every inhale sharp and uneven. I'm still paralyzed, still completely traumatized.
My body feels trapped somewhere between panic and shock, like I physically can't react or move.
I hear footsteps.
Please tell me that's a medic or someone here to help us.
I glance over at Elyas.
He grunts and shifts slightly, blood running from his nose and temple, but somehow that idiot is still alive.
Good, because he's absolutely going to pay for dragging me here.
Even if I agreed at first, I didn't agree to this.
Cars, speed—My worst fucking nightmare.
And definitely not an accident caused by a maniac.
I didn't even know illegal street races existed. My father works at the Central Authority, but since I never talk to him or take any interest in his work, I had no fucking idea.
The footsteps come closer, followed by a voice.
My stomach drops instantly.
It's him.
The complete psycho who crashed into us, who almost killed us.
I grunt, trying to move, trying to react.
His hand closes around my chin, tilting my head up and forcing me to look at him.
I blink against the harsh light outside until I finally manage to focus on his face.
“Need a hand?” His voice drops into a purr.
