Eleanor's POV
I savored the look on their faces—the brief, raw shock that twisted into something far more complex. They knew exactly what I was implying, and they hated it.
"For the first time in a while, I just wanted to let loose some energy," I continued, my tone deliberately light. "So I went to a party at the club with my friends. You know, screaming while you're dancing and having fun is part of the experience. My friends just didn't help me scream my voice out enough." I gave a little shrug. "It was a bit of a letdown."
It was a blatant lie, and we all knew it. But the beauty was, they couldn't call me on it.
Kieran recovered first, his charming mask sliding back into place, though it looked a little strained at the edges. "It's fine. Your friends are just looking out for your well-being. You are a racer, after all. You need your rest."
I just answered with a "Hmm."
Then Keith spoke. "You will be going out with us today."
My head snapped toward him. "What?"
