Fun Fixed — Ivy Wolfe High Speed

She sat there, breathing. No blood. No fire. Just the ticking of hot metal and the vast, indifferent stars.

She climbed out, touched the crumpled door, and patted the roof like a horse that had thrown her but meant no harm. ivy wolfe high speed fun

She called the car Ghost . Because by the time you saw her, she was already gone. She sat there, breathing

So instead, she built speed.