Grace
I touched the steering wheel and nearly moaned.
Oh my God.
This was a sick ride.
Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. The most expensive, limited edition car. It was worth more than I could ever imagine touching in ten lifetimes. It wasn’t just rare, it was my dream car.
I pressed my palm against the buttery leather and leaned back against the driver’s seat, head tipping against the cushion.
“I touched my dream car,” I muttered, half-laughing.
But at what cost?
My stomach twisted again.
I was about to drive the Devil himself, with my identity dangling by a thread and very realistic threats of punishment hanging over my head.
I might be a dead woman anytime soon.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Eleanor: babe, don’t freak out, but this video has been trending for a while. Don’
