“Holy crow!” I shouted. “Slow down!” “What’s wrong?” He was startled. But the car didn’t decelerate. “You’re going a hundred miles an hour!” I was still shouting. I shot a panicky glance out the window, but it was too dark to see much. The road was only visible in the long patch of bluish brightness from the headlights. The forest along both sides of the road was like a black wall—as hard as a wall of steel if we veered off the road at this speed. “Relax, Bella.” He rolled his eyes, still not slowing. “Are you trying to kill us?” I demanded. “We’re not going to crash.” I tried to modulate my
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