Kill Switch (Devil's Night, #3)

by Penelope Douglas

Taking my hand, he led me around to the driver’s side, opened the door, and climbed in, and I heard the seat slide, but I wasn’t sure if he was moving it forward or backward. Something else shifted, too. The steering wheel? My heart pumped harder, and apprehension made me retreat a step. I don’t think… “Come here,” he said. Uh, no. Maybe this isn’t a great idea. His fingers took mine, and he tugged. “Get in this car right now.” My stomach sank to my feet as I hesitated, and I felt a little sick. I could go back to the house right now. I could go to bed with my music and audiobooks and my quiet house while the world continued to spin around me, and the next time I was given a chance to do something wild, stupid, and scary, it would be even easier to turn tail and run… Every day just as predictable as the last. This was stupid. And illegal. But he was fun. I didn’t want it to be over. I closed my eyes and let my shoulders slump a little, defeated. Fine. I slid a leg into the car, ducking my head as he guided me into his lap, fitting my legs between his long ones. I leaned back a little, so I wasn’t right up on the steering wheel, my back pressed against his chest. Placing my hands on the wheel, he wrapped my fingers around it. “It’s like a clock,” he instructed. “You’re at ten o’clock and two o’clock right now.” His fists tightened around mine, emphasizing my position. I nodded, my belly still somersaulting like crazy. “I’ll handle the pedals and the stick shift,” he told me...