Eleanor's POV
We were slowly getting surrounded, the rogues closing in with terrifying speed.
"Are you going to accept or not?" he demanded.
Take the lead! Beatrice roared, her excitement a wild echo of my own pounding heart. Now!
"Okay," I breathed. In a frantic scramble, we moved. Maxwell slid out his door as I unbuckled and launched myself over the center console into the driver's seat.
He was in the passenger side just as my hands found the wheel. My foot slammed on the accelerator, and the car lurched forward, smashing through the closest rogues. The impact was jarring, but a fierce, thrilling energy surged through me.
It felt… natural. Like my hands and the steering wheel were made for each other. The fear was still there, but it was overshadowed by a wild, eager joy.
