"That was a sports car worth a few million. If I so much as scratched it, I'd lose more than my car and money combined," I said, my voice tight with awareness of the stakes, every instinct in me alert to the fragile balance of control.
Elliot exhaled slowly, clearly restraining something beneath his composure. "Drive properly. If anything happens, I'll cover the damage." His tone carried the unmistakable authority of an Alpha, final and unquestionable, as if my concern had already been accounted for within his protection.
Screw this. She's acting like I'm not here beside her.
I glanced at him, a teasing edge slipping into my voice despite the tension. "What's wrong? Nervous riding with me?"
