“You got it. Long as you get me there without killing me, we good.” “Great. Buckle your seatbelt.” Synovi stared at her like he didn’t want to. The car was already compact; him putting his seatbelt on was going to make him feel even more trapped. Racquel didn’t care. She could be reckless at times, but having whoever rode with her fasten their seatbelt as she did was a promise she made to her parents. “I’m not moving until you put it on. I don’t care about you frowning your face up either,” she said, fluttering her lashes. Synovi shook his head while dragging the belt over his chest. When she
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