The car ran steady down the road, the engine low under them as Iyisha settled into the seat and rested her hand for a second before pulling it back.
A sharp sound came from the back.
"Damn—"
Lance leaned forward, eyes wide, his hand sliding along the door. "This is insane."
"I told you to ride with them," Marybeth said, her voice tight as she shifted beside Aljun.
Iyisha glanced back and saw Aljun sitting stiff, fingers tapping his thigh, his foot bouncing as his eyes moved from one window to another.
"Fuck off," he muttered.
She turned around smirking, they sounded like kids fighting in the playground.
Malcolm drove with one hand on the wheel, his other hand tapping the stick. Iyisha watched him a second too long, then looked away. It suited him.
"Shut up, both of you," Lance said from the back. "Let me enjoy this ride."
