“Where are you taking me?” Imani said from the backseat, staring into the rearview mirror at me.
Full lips pressed together, plucked eyebrows arched in an angry glare, and skin glowing under the setting sun, she was like the rest of the Redwood rich when in the presence of someone from the slums.
And it f*****g disgusted me.
I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and stared through the windshield at the red light. Wherever the f**k Landon had gone, f**k, he’d better have needed it because I didn’t want to deal with her. Soon, like all the girls at Redwood, she’d be nagging and complaining because the car didn’t have heated seats or some s**t.
“Are you both going to ignore me?”
Kai glanced over at me from the passenger seat.
“We’re going to show you what Redwood is really like,
