The young man raised an eyebrow slightly. "How much do you want?"
"A lot." Summer Thorne leaned back in her seat, affecting a couldn't-care-less attitude. "I'm very poor. I can't agree to it for a small amount."
"Fine." The man was surprisingly direct. "Any amount is fine. As long as you're worth it, I'll pay it. Deal?"
Summer Thorne nodded and climbed directly from the driver's seat into the back. "You drive, then. Pick a place you like."
The man did as she said, opening the car door and getting into the driver's seat. He started the car and drove off.
Summer Thorne felt incredibly sick. She was curled up motionlessly in the back, nearly asleep, when she suddenly felt the car swerve violently, nearly throwing her from her seat—
"Do you even know how to drive?!"
Summer Thorne had just managed to sit up when, in the next moment, the car began to race down the night road.
