Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“You know where Winter lives, right?” Sara questioned
them.
Wait, they were dropping her off first? I held in my groan.
Shit. Thanks a lot. Why would she leave me with people I
didn’t know?
“Don’t worry,” Astrid told her. “We’ll get her home.”
“It’s fine,” I rushed out, gathering my bag and phone. “I’ll
get out here and call my driver.”
“Don’t be a bitch, bitch,” Astrid shot back but with a
teasing tone.
“Have a good night, Winter,” Sara said, and then she
slammed the door.
I exhaled. It’s fine. It would be fine.
Miles shifted into gear and took off, and I hit the back of
my seat, gripping my phone.
I needed to learn how to be rude. I should’ve just said ‘no’
to the ride.
We drove in silence for a few minutes, and I gauged from
the straight line he was going that we were hopefully on the
highway, heading to my house.
“Is that car still behind us?” I heard Astrid ask.
“Yep,” he said in a clipped tone.
My heart picked up pace. Someone was following them? If
something was going to happen, I wanted to be out of here
before it did.
“So,” Astrid spoke again, “what do you see exactly?”
There was silence, and I straightened, coming to attention.
“You’re talking to me?”
“Yes.” She laughed.
I shook my head. “I don’t see anything.”
“Well, I know, but is it like black or white or what?” she
pressed. “Like when I close my eyes, sometimes I see a
kaleidoscope of colors and sometimes it’s just dark.”