CASSIAN
I nodded once.
This was it. How to be young and free.
She'd been too much of a woman too early and had no idea how to have fun or relax.
Gianna Marquez had told me about this.
And I was going to give her fun tonight.
Full-blown, out-of-the-world fun.
Ayla dropped back on the seat, head thrown backward, breathing irregular, hair scattered across her face, sticking to her temple. She laughed hard.
The kind that came from the depth of one's soul and was contagious.
She was contagious and gorgeous.
She leaned in, too close to me. Her perfume brushed my face, filtered through my nostrils, and ignited something in my bloodstream.
She smelled like expensive perfume and highness.
I was familiar with the former.
Her fingers found the nape of my neck and stroked, sending goosebumps all over my skin.
I tightened my grip on the wheel until my knuckles paled.
If I didn't know her, I'd think this woman was trying to get us killed.
