Chapter Thirteen

Waiting outside in the giant driveway was a very expensive-looking, electric blue sports car. Charlotte jumped in the front seat and immediately stalled it.

“Would you like me to drive?” Elijah asked, managing to keep a straight face as he stood at the door.

“I hate this car.” Charlotte made an exasperated sound and got out of the driver's seat. “Yes, you can drive.”

I covered my mouth with my hand so she wouldn't see my smirk as the two of us got into the leather-encased backseat. Elijah waited to start the car until we were both buckled, but when he turned the ignition key, it purred like a content kitten. I didn't know that cars could actually sound like music and it drove smoother than any car I had ever been in.

“What kind of car is this anyway?” I asked, feeling the leather seat. It was like satin against my skin.

“Lamborghini,” Charlotte replied, crossing her legs. I hadn't noticed her killer heels until right then, but she swung them around like weapons. I was terrified one wo