A beam of headlights cut through the front windshield, illuminating Theon's profile. For a moment, Lena forgot to breathe. The sharp line of his jaw. The way his lips curved without him trying, and the light catching the edge of his cheekbone. "Hmm?"

He pressed the accelerator. She turned away, fast. And stared out the window. “Uh… no.” Theon glanced at her profile, then back at the road. He rolled the window down. "Hold tight." He paused. "If you don't want to fasten your seatbelt."

She smiled despite herself. "How fast can this thing go?" Theon didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed harder on the accelerator. The car shot forward like...