Games Demons Play-Snippet 7
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Izzy felt lightheaded and pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead. Blood pounded in her ears.
“Put your head between your knees,” he said, putting a hand between her shoulder blades. She wrapped her arms around her knees and let him push her forward. His palm was warm against her back, almost searing through the t-shirt material and black leather jacket.
“Surely if you can afford a Bugatti, you can afford to fix it,” he said several moments later.
She turned her head to the side and glared at him. It was not his fault, though. She was driving the ridiculously expensive car. She had wrecked it. “It is not my car,” she admitted and then hid her face against her forearms.
“Whose car is it?”
“My friend’s.”
“Surely he’ll understand the accident wasn’t your fault. A tire blowout isn’t anyone’s fault.”
Izzy frowned. “She,” she stressed the word, “will not understand.” Valencia would certainly not understand the invisible force pulling Izzy toward the car. The indescribable yearning. The desire that made her do things shouldn’t. Izzy didn’t understand it.
She tipped her head the other way and stared at the car. Such engineering perfection. Ruined. Her stomach heaved.
He rubbed her back.
Who was this gentle giant?
“I took it. Without asking.” She lifted her head. “I— I could not resist. She sits in the garage begging to be driven.”
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