26
“You’re going to kill us, Mira.” Eugene is plastered against the passenger door as we run the second red light. We exited the Battery Tunnel just moments ago, but we’ve already flown though five blocks. “Seriously, we’re not that pressed for time.”
“We never should’ve taken that f*****g tunnel,” she says, swerving suddenly. I think she just scared a cab driver—and those guys have seen everything. I’ve always thought they were the ones driving like maniacs, but they’ve got nothing on Mira. Hell, even Caleb isn’t as bad. But she’s still eighteen, and thinks she’s indestructible. I, by the way, never had that delusion. I’m only too aware of how destructible I am.
“There was traffic leading up to the bridges,” Eugene mumbles, still defending the suggestion he made earlier to take the tun
