Edward drove us through the city with the skill and speed of a race car driver. My fingers sank into the seat at the first sharp turn he made as fear of untimely death rose to new highs, which was impressive keeping in my recent history. At some point, I tried closing my eyes, but that didn't work that much as I still felt the loss of gravity on the sharp turns he made. What was probably worse was that I saw all the ways I was going to die... we would die and that made this that much more terrifying. So I forced them open and turned my gaze to Edward, trying to telepathically beg for help... to make this stop as I could not make words leave my mouth. But seeing him concentrate like this, it was disturbingly hot... and the edge of danger was only giving fuel to the rising heat.
When we sto
