Namara's POV:

“Namara, slow down.” Alexander pleaded, his right hand resting lightly on the dashboard as though bracing for impact.

Chuckling, my foot stayed firm on the accelerator as hedges blurred into green streaks on either side, the speedometer needle trembled past ninety, then crept toward one hundred as wind roared past the half-open window, whipping strands of hair across my cheek.

“Namara.” He called again, louder this time. “You’re going to kill us both before we ...