Page 200 of Obsession

“Did you have a hard night?”

“You have no idea, this city is nothing like I remembered it. There used to be no races here, at least not this many.”

My eyes widened, thank God he hadn’t seen me.

“Races?” I asked, and pulled back. “What’s your job got to do with it?”

“A lot, when cars burst into flames,” my heart skipped a beat, “There were two accidents and one car exploded. Fortunately, the driver was able to get out beforehand.”

Oh God!

“Then there was a restaurant fire, the storm helped contain the flames, but it was still a terrible night.”

I kept thinking about the accidents and the burning car.

Those were the effects of those races, and I had gotten so caught up in the madness that I didn’t realize what was happening behind the show. Harris and the others hadn’t had accidents, but normal people had because of them.

I was still shaking when I walked out of the kitchen.

“Katherine!” he called my name as my foot touched the first step of the stairs.

He looked back at the window.

“One of the victims described a lightning-fast car, blacker than anything he’s ever seen.”

He turned and looked at me, and I froze.

“There are a lot of black sports cars in Seattle.” I found the strength to say calmly.

“There are a lot of nice guys, too, with no criminal records, but we’re not talking about them right now.”

His perspicacity was sometimes as sharp as a dagger, but I just nodded and went back up the stairs, having no idea what to say, how much my father suspected about Harris and how much he knew for sure. I didn’t even want to think about how he knew about his record, even I didn’t know about it.

When I got to my room, I threw myself on the bed and stared at the ceiling for about ten minutes, because my life had become more interesting and more complicated at the same time.

I nearly crawled to the bathroom and took a shower, then swallowed some cold medicine as a precaution after last night.

The sun seemed to be making an appearance, so I dressed accordingly, in a black, short and sleeveless bodycon dress, over which I threw a leather jacket and a pair of combat boots.

As I passed in front of the mirror, I stopped and stared at myself, then started to laugh.

I had straightened my hair and applied my makeup with the utmost care, unlike the last few days when I had walked out of the house looking like a depressed, unkempt woman.

What an effect a boyfriend had on me. Or a demon…

Still amused, I shoved the books and notebooks for today into my backpack and silently prayed that I wouldn’t get one or more F’s today.

Feeling utterly evil, I rummaged through my makeup bag for the red lipstick.

That red lipstick.

It had probably been created with female spells, because it was just as resistant as it said on the packaging and was a pain to remove, but it was perfect for lips that were going to be kissed a lot.

I had never seen myself blonde and with red lipstick.

Today was going to be interesting.

I heard the engine before he parked in front of my house.

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