Chapter 22

“No, the right?” I fell silent. “Wait, no. Was it the left?” As I mumbled, his gaze on me grew steadily more dangerous. “I do know how to drive, sir.” Feeling cornered by his eyes alone, I rushed to defend myself. He let out a low sigh, as if I were pathetic. That pissed me off, and I opened my mouth to snap back—but he beat me to it. “Get out.” “Sir, wait—” “I said, get out.” His repeated order hit a wall of my stubbornness, and I stayed planted in the seat. His face hardened.