Elara

" Princess," he warns.

" You said what is yours is mine. So, I want to drive MY car, " 

" That's not what I mean. You won't-" I raise my hand to stop him from speaking. 

I sashay towards the vintage car. I open the door and glance at Zuriel. He is watching me. Is that worry on his face? I ignore him and enter the car with a satisfied smile. It is a pretty car, and it smells so good, too. I inhale and start the engine, ready to drive this bad baby, but my smile disappears when I see it's a manual. I don't know how...