The interior of the sleek, black sports car felt suffocatingly small. Sarah slammed her foot against the floorboard with a sharp, echoing thud, the sheer force of her frustration vibrating up her leg. She violently whipped her head to the side, pressing her cheek almost flat against the cool glass of the passenger window. She refused to even glance in the direction of the man behind the wheel.
Jayden Lin drove with a terrifying, calculated calmness, his knuckles white against the leather steering wheel.
