Elena's POV

I eased the car out of the parking lot with both hands locked around the steering wheel, my shoulders drawn so tight they ached. I forced myself to breathe evenly as I guided the car onto the main road, keeping the speed steady to the point of being overly cautious. The emblem on the hood was enough to make other drivers wary; several cars slowed deliberately or shifted lanes to give way, clearly unwilling to risk brushing against a vehicle that expensive.

When we entered the ...