She didn't want to be here, but that was just too bad. Bishop gunned the engine and raced down the deserted road with only his headlights and the barest glow from the cloudy night sky illuminating the darkness. He had an almost full tank of gas topping off at twenty five gallons, and despite the inherent petrol-guzzling nature of any Bugatti, he could still go almost four hundred miles before he stranded them in the middle of nowhere.
He wasn't opposed to the idea, either. He looked over at Kodi in the passenger seat and watched her for several long seconds, following the line of her curled-up body in an attempt to deduce just how hard she was going to try to shut him out today. With her feet pulled up on the seat, her arms wrapped tight around her knees, and head turned to stare out her
