The Rejected True Heiress (Liora and Callum) novel Chapter 311

I hesitated, then slid into the driver’s seat. Zane got in on the passenger side, still grinning like an idiot.

“Okay,” he said. “So the clutch is on the left, brake in the middle, gas on the right. You’re gonna want to—”

“I know how to drive a manual,” I said, cutting him off.

He blinked. “You do?”

“Yeah. Marcus taught me when I was younger.” I gripped the steering wheel, feeling the leather under my palms. “Just didn’t think I’d ever get to drive something like this.”

“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s see what you got.”

I started the engine, feeling it rumble to life beneath me. Then I shifted into first and eased off the clutch, pressing down on the gas. The car shot forward, and I had to fight to keep it steady. But after a few seconds, I got the hang of it. Shifting into second, then third, picking up speed as we flew down the empty road.

“Holy shit,” Zane muttered. “You’re actually good at this.”

I grinned, downshifting as we approached a turn. The car responded perfectly, hugging the curve just like it had when Zane was driving.

“Where the hell did you learn to drive like that?”

“I told you. Marcus taught me.” I shifted into fourth, the speedometer climbing. “He used to take me out to this abandoned airfield near the palace and let me practice.”

“Hmm, I guess the princess’s fancy life isn’t so boring after all,” Zane laughed.

I blushed, knuckles tightening slightly around the steering wheel. “Yeah. I guess not.”

We drove for a while longer before heading back to the warehouse. When we pulled in, a guy with a clipboard walked over.

“Nice driving,” he said, nodding at me. “You ever race before?”

“No. That was my first time driving a car like this.”

“Really?” He looked impressed. “We’ve got an amateur race next week. You should sign up.”

“I don’t know…”

Zane made a gagging sound, but we both laughed.

As if on cue, my phone buzzed. A text from Marcus read: “Storm cleared. We’re leaving first thing in the morning. Come back to the hotel.”

I showed Zane the text. “I have to go.”

“Yeah, okay.” He stood and grabbed his keys. “Let’s get you back.”

We climbed onto his motorcycle and headed back toward the hotel. As we were leaving the warehouse, I thought I saw someone familiar standing by a car.

Dark hair. Tall. Broad shoulders. Gray eyes.

Callum?

I blinked, and whoever it was was suddenly gone. I must have been seeing things. There was no way Callum would be at a place like this. He was too proper and worried about being the perfect son. He would never do anything this rebellious.

I shook my head and held on tighter to Zane as we sped down the road.