Page 94 of Dark Wolf Soul
Mia shrugs. “Sure. Saves me a trip.”
“You sure?” I ask.
“Totally.” She reaches over and kisses my cheek. “Knock him dead tonight, girl,” she whispers in my ear.
I grin back at her. “That’s the plan.”
She waves and traipses off toward a jewelry store, leaving me alone with Ramsey.
“Shall we?” he asks, and I fall into step beside him.
I expect him to have his own car and driver like the others, but he leads me into the parking garage and over to a sportscar I’ve only ever read about in auto magazines.
I stop when he pulls open the passenger door for me.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“Is this the new Lykan Hypersport?” I ask, staring at the sleek black paint job with silver accents.
“Yeah, you know cars?”
“Only the fast ones,” I murmur, lightly running a hand over the hood before sliding inside. The white leather bucket seats are soft as butter beneath my skin. After buckling, I stare at the dashboard, which is lit up like a gaming console.
Ramsey climbs in beside me and starts the engine with the press of a button. The purr is music to my ears.
“This is yours?” I ask him.
“Birthday present,” he says as casually as if he’d been gifted a pair of socks.
“This is one of the most expensive cars on the market,” I say. “And the fastest. Off the line, it beat out every single one of its competitors.”
“Then I guess it better be fucking fast, huh?” He winks and backs out of the space, revving a little before pulling quickly into traffic. “So, how do you know so much about Panthers?”
“Sometimes, on the weekend, I go to the magazine aisle and just read.”
He glances at me and his expression shifts. “You’re serious. Why?”
“I like cars, and I didn’t have anything better to do.”
Or any money.
“You’re an interesting person, Lexi Giovanni.”
“Lexi Ryall,” I correct automatically before realizing he’s right.
Thankfully, he doesn’t argue.
Traffic makes opening up the engine impossible, but I still enjoy the drive and the car. In fact, I’m so distracted by it that it takes me a while to realize we’re not headed back toward Grey’s apartment.
“I think we’re going the wrong way,” I say when I begin to recognize the high rises of the business district.
“Nah, just a shortcut.” Ramsey doesn’t look over.
I feel a strange prickle of unease run down my spine. “What did you say you were doing at the plaza?” I ask.
“Just running an errand.” He glances over, his expression strangely blank. “What a coincidence, right?”
“Right,” I echo, my pulse beginning to speed up as we make another turn that takes us farther away from the apartment. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I pull up Grey’s programmed number, still trying to appear casual. “I’m just going to call Grey and let him know.”
