If she dies… My heart screams, she won’t. She can’t. My voice is hard, my eyes flashing to the rearview mirror. “I go first. I go fucking first, Trouble, and don’t you forget it.” Die for her. Always. “F-Fuck you,” she rasps. “I go first, and you know it.” Her lips tip up in that wicked smile. “Nine lives, after all.” I laugh, even though it’s the last thing I feel like doing.
