Page 89 of Twisted Elites

I squeezed my eyes shut and clung harder onto the dashboard, but it did nothing to stop the car from lurching me about with its rapid, sharp movements.

“Cormac,” I whimpered. “Are you trying to kill us?”

After several moments, he yelled, “Fuck!”

My eyes snapped open. We were driving down a long stretch of road with high mountains in the distance. Twisting toward us at an alarming speed was a red Audi TT. All the moisture left my throat. With Prakash still behind bars and awaiting his trial on Monday, this could only be Leopold. Perhaps he had demanded access to Prakash’s room to take his car key while Sebastian had raced ahead.

“Persistent fuckers, aren’t they?” Cormac growled.

“Stop the car before someone gets hurt.” I hoped that between Leopold, Sebastian, and Miss Claymore, one of them had called the police. Or better still, the mountain rescue team.

Cormac shook his head. “I miscalculated.”

“Huh?”

“I wanted to wait for Kashaayah conviction of murder before taking you, but you’d already fucked him and had started fucking the other two. They would have pigged you even worse than the knights pigged Ashley.” He shook his head.

“What?” I could only guess that he had been eavesdropping through Ashley’s bugs.

“Pregnancy,” he said. “Although I would have stepped up and taken care of you and the baby, I wanted to wait until we finished our degrees before starting a family.”

“I thought we were going to be brother and sister!”

He sped along the gentle bends of the road toward Leopold. “They’ve corrupted you. When we start our new life, you’ll learn the benefits of celibacy.”

The landscape at our sides turned into a blur of green as we accelerated toward Prakash’s car. I curled my fingers around the Aston Martin’s passenger seat door handle and pulled, but the door jammed. The red Audi took up the middle of the road, trying to force Cormac to stop.

“S-slow down!” I screamed.

Cormac revved the engine and increased his speed. The wind rushed through my ears, causing every hair on my body to stand on end. Beads of sweat on my skin turned to ice. He was just as suicidal as his sister and wasn’t planning to die alone. We were less than thirty seconds away from a head-on collision, and every muscle in my body—including my heart—seized.

“I won’t slow until you promise to stay with me forever,” he shouted over the roar of the wind.

“A-all right, I will!”

He chuckled. “Liar.”

“Give me time, for fuck’s sake,” I snapped. “You can’t expect me to be calm after hearing you were behind every shitty thing that happened in the academy.”

“I didn’t molest Bianca.” He stopped accelerating but still maintained a breakneck pace through the bends in the road. “That was her father’s doing. And I might have been responsible for Garraway’s little accident with the Porsche, but I didn’t get Miss Claymore to sneak into his room at night. She was just depraved.”

The road bent toward a straight stretch of about two-hundred feet in length. At the speed Cormac and the red Audi drove, we would take a second to collide.

“Stop,” I screeched.

He flared his nostrils and drove toward Leopold, who swerved into the shrubs at the roadside. I twisted around in my seat to find him in a cloud of dust.

“Ha!” Cormac slammed his palm on the steering wheel, sounding the horn. He slowed to a less hair-raising speed and continued around the track.

The road narrowed even further as it twisted around the mountain. On our left was an immeasurable drop. On our right, a grass-covered slope. A shudder ran down my spine. One careless twist of the steering wheel and we would hurtle down the valley.

I lowered my head and sucked in huge gulps of air. Nothing seemed to reach my lungs, making my surroundings spin. Sweat dripped onto the skirt of my pink dress, and spasms squeezed my stomach.

I raised my head one more time to beg him to think things through, but as we rounded a sharp bend, I caught sight of three police cars blocking the road about a quarter of a mile ahead.

My breath froze in my lungs. How the hell would Cormac react?

He turned to me, his eyes cold. “This is your doing.”