Free My Soul to Steal by Rachel Vincent

door open. The awkward movement dulled the sharp edge of my dramatic gesture, but I made up for that when Nash leaned down to see me beneath the roof of the car.
    “Get in,” I said, and he raised one brow.
    “He came with me,” Sabine said, before he could make up his mind.
    “And I’m taking him home. Get in the car, Nash. We need to talk.”
    Sabine looked impressed in spite of herself, until he glanced from her to me, then back to her. “What did I miss?”
    “This is about what I missed,” I said, shifting into Drive while the engine idled. “Get in the car.”
    Nash turned back to Sabine. “What did you do?” His voice held a single blended note of caution and curiosity, which made the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He wasn’t even surprised to know she’d done something.
    She grinned, one hand propped on a half-exposed hip that evidently felt no cold. “You don’t really want the answer to that. Not yet.”
    “What do I really want?” Nash asked, humoring her, whereas I wanted to roll my car over her foot.
    “You want to know why Kaylee’s suddenly grown a pair.”
    He frowned. “Enlighten me.”
    She twisted one mismatched earring and shrugged. “I laid the cards out on the table. It’s only fair that she knows the stakes, right?”
    Except she’d left one of those cards out of her disclosure. They both had.
    “Damn it, Bina.”
    “What?” She rolled her eyes, like I was the one being unreasonable. “I told her the truth. You can’t get mad over the truth.”
    Oh, yes, we could. The truths between me and Nash hurt as badly as the lies.
    Nash dropped his bag on my passenger’s side floorboard and turned back to Sabine. “I’ll see you later.”
    Sabine—Bina? Really?—scowled, then leaned in with one hand on the roof of my car, wearing an ironic, almost respectful smile. “Well played, Kaylee.”
    Nash got in and closed the door, and I drove off, leaving her standing there alone.
    “I’m not playing her game, no matter what it looks like,” I said, as I turned left out of the parking lot.
    “Good. The only way to win is by refusing to play. Trust me.” But he was smiling as he said it, like she was a toddler whose antics were still cute and harmless.
    I did not find Sabine cute. Or harmless.
    “Advice from your days in Fort Worth?”
    Nash ran one hand through his thick brown hair, leaving it tussled in all the right places. “Based on observation, not experience. She doesn’t play games with me. She doesn’t need to.”
    “She’s been back in your life for one day, and you sound like she was never gone.” I braked at a red light, and unease crawled up my spine. How deep must their connection have been, if they could pick up right where they’d left off more than two years before?
    He exhaled heavily. “How am I supposed to answer that?”
    “It wasn’t a question.”
    Nash twisted in his seat to face me, and his expression made my stomach churn. “We got caught up last night. And I’m sure once she gets used to the fact that I want you in my life, she’ll—”
    “No, she won’t.” I’d just met her, and I understood that much. My hand tightened on the wheel and I took a right atthe next light. “She threw down the gauntlet, Nash. Like I’m gonna fight her for you.”
    “I know. I’m sorry, Kay. But it’s not a physical fight she wants.”
    “What do you want?” I demanded, taking the next curve a little too fast. “You want us to fight over you? You get off on this—two girls, no waiting?”
    He sighed and stared out his window. “Days like this I wish I had a car.”
    I rolled my eyes, though he wasn’t watching. “Days like this I wish you’d tell me the whole truth for once, instead of leaving little bits of it lying around for me to follow like a trail of bread crumbs.”
    A moment passed in silence, except for the growl of my engine. Then he exhaled slowly and turned to look at me. “I’m guessing Tod told you?”
    “He shouldn’t