Elara
" Princess," he warns.
" You said what is yours is mine. So, I want to drive MY car, "
" That's not what I mean. You won't-" I raise my hand to stop him from speaking.
I sashay towards the vintage car. I open the door and glance at Zuriel. He is watching me. Is that worry on his face? I ignore him and enter the car with a satisfied smile. It is a pretty car, and it smells so good, too. I inhale and start the engine, ready to drive this bad baby, but my smile disappears when I see it's a manual. I don't know how to drive a gearstick.
' This is what he meant when he said you can't drive it,' Ara says, laughing at me.
' Not helping, Ara!'
I can't go out now after rudely shutting him up. I'm so ashamed. I rest my forehead on the steering wheel, thinking about what to do next.
