“Slow down!” My shriek is drowned out by loud music. In the rearview mirror, I see laughing blue eyes. “Leks, stop it! It’s not funny anymore!” “Kiss me,” the man driving says, looking deadly serious. “You’ll have to manage without it, traitor!” “Stop the car!” I scream on the next sharp turn. “It doesn’t work like that, Sophie,” his hoarse voice crawls under my skin, and the speedometer needle shoots to the max. “Or me,” a scent of bitter cherry wraps around me from behind. “But Felix is driving, so—” David smirks. “I’m afraid, darling, you’ll have to try really hard for him to stop,” this bastard exhales right into my ear.