Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

would ever drive. Agile, fast, quick to respond…. It drove like
slicing butter.
And him underneath me. That might’ve had something to
do with my loyalty to that car, too.
I thought it was a BMW. My sister got one for graduation,
and I sat in it, damn near falling into a trance when I felt the
exact same circular emblem in the middle of the steering
wheel as he had in his car.
“Turn off your brights, asshole,” the guy driving said.
“He’s like right on our ass, too,” Astrid commented.
“Yeah, you’re being followed, Miles,” Sara added, teasing.
“It’s almost Devil’s Night. Let the pranks begin.”
I heard him scoff and another whiff of smoke hit me.
That’s right. Devil’s Night was tomorrow.
“You guys getting up to anything?” Sara asked them. “It’s
so boring without the horsemen around.”
“Fuck them,” Miles said. “We can stir up our own shit.”
I ran my fingers through my hair, flipping it to one side as
I turned toward the window. Miles was the only person I’d
heard of who didn’t worship at the horsemen altar. Wonder
why?
The energy at school since they left, though, was in the
dumps. The basketball team was suffering, and there was no
excitement anymore. Everyone was caught in suspended
animation.
Miles swerved the car to the right and slammed on the
brakes, pulling the car to a sudden stop. I shot out my hand to
the back of his seat to stop myself from lunging forward.
“GGet out, bitch,” Astrid said.
Huh?
The door on Sara’s side opened, and she shifted next to
me. “Thanks for the ride, guys,” she chirped.
I froze, every muscle tense. What?