"This car's mine," Amelia Johnson said flatly.
Her voice was calm, but what she said dropped like a bomb in the room. Everyone froze, staring at her like she'd lost her mind.
Kevin Taylor broke the silence first with a laugh. "Come on, Miss Johnson, don’t joke around. My cousin gave me this car, no way it’s yours."
Even Andrew Morgan looked doubtful. Why would Amelia say something like that?
Knowing just her word wouldn't convince anyone, Amelia picked up her phone and dialed Liam Taylor.
The call connected.
"Yeah? Amelia? What's up?" Liam's groggy voice came through.
"I'm asking you—where’s my Blackfeather?" Amelia snapped, obviously pissed. Her car had been taken without permission and then wrecked—by someone like Kevin, no less.
Liam, still half-asleep, rubbed
