Zane swerves the car off the road and the tyres burn as they screech on the dry dirt path. Astrid clutches the door and her seatbelt for support while the car comes to an abrupt stop by the grass path lining the road.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she puts her head outside the window to check the condition of the car. Her hand squeezes her chest area as she tries to relax her pacing heart.
She squints her eyes furiously and glares at Zane for almost killing them. What the f**k is he thinking? Doesn't he know picking calls while driving can cause serious damage?
“What the f**k, Zane? Do you want to get us killed!?” She bellows.
His eyes connect with hers and her anger recoils as she sees the anxiety in his eyes. He taps the screen and the robotic voice fills the car.
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