Violet
I had never gotten over a hangover so fast in my life.
Elijah drove like a madman and ignored our terrified screams from the backseat as he swerved and cut through narrow lanes, whooshing past people and trees alike.
His eyes kept glancing at us from time to time, but no way did he slow down. I saw his muscles flex as he gripped the steering wheel too hard, and pushed the accelerator like his life depended on it.
I wasn’t sure how long the ride lasted, but he abruptly pulled to a curb, and we both smacked our heads on the front seats as he parked in a driveway.
“Ow, we didn’t die,” I joked as I struggled to find the door handle, but Elijah had already slammed his door shut and yanked the door beside me open.
He didn’t say a word, but I could feel the heat and anger rising off
