Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

in my ear made it all go away. How sometimes you have to get
the worst to feel the best. It was a nice memory.
He carried me down the driveway, and when his shoes hit
rocks, I knew we were outside my walls.
He stopped and set me down, my leg brushing a body of
metal. I put out my hands, rubbing them over steel, glass, and
a door handle.
I smiled.
Of course, he wouldn’t have pulled up right in front of my
house. He’d parked outside the open gates.
I trailed the length of the car, feeling the smooth surface,
but not glossy like glass. It was a matte paint, the long, clean
lines and grill narrow, sophisticated, and sleek. Definitely
foreign.
“I like your car,” I told him and then teased, “What’s its
name?”
He breathed out a laugh and then I felt him behind me, his
whisper hitting my ear. “My pets all have pulses.”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and every inch
of my skin sparked to life. How did he do that?
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. “GGet in this car right
now.”
My stomach sank to my feet as I hesitated, and I felt a little
sick.