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“Can't you go any faster?” I asked.
We'd picked a ride share. Black Mitsubishi. Humongous dude behind the wheel who felt the need to drive at thirty miles per hour.
“I’d tear through these streets,” he said in a slow voice. “But it's company policy. Gotta keep y’all safe.”
Of all the drivers we picked in the city, we picked the rule follower. Whatever happened to drivers who made you fear for your life?
I appreciated the regard for our safety and the fact that the car smelled like mountain pines, but…
We stopped at a light and I groaned.
I thumbed another text to Destiny.
Hello?! Can you please respond?
Nothing.
I called Destiny, but she didn't answer.
I called Darius, but he didn't answer, either.
Seriously, if they survived, I was going to rip into them for not picking up
