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So it sat there with its eyebrows raised, waiting

Finally, Blue strained forward far enough to snatch it She read the e out loud: " ‘Could really use you this weekend if not too ard if you have activities’ "

"Is this about Congress?" Adah heavily and urged Blue to whisper in withering derision, "Congress!" It hadn’t been long since Gansey’sfor office In these early days, the can had yet to directly influence Gansey, but it was inevitable he’d be called upon They all knew that clean, handsoht-A student, was a card that no hopeful politician could avoid playing

"She can’t make me," Gansey said

"She doesn’t have to," Ronan sniffed "Mama’s boy" "Dreaave you a spine You knohat I say? Fuck Washington"

"This is why you never have to go to things like this," Gansey replied

In the other lane, a car pulled up beside the Camaro Ronan, a connoisseur of street battles, noticed it first A flash of white paint Then a hand outstretched, er extended The other car shot forward and then fell back, then shot forward again

"Oh, Christ," Gansey said "Is that Kavinsky?"

Of course it was Joseph Kavinsky, fellow Aglionby Acadeer Kavinsky’s infa of boyish beauty, rill and an iraphic of a knife on either side of the body The Mitsubishi had just been released froe had told hiain, they’d crush the Mitsubishi and make him watch, like they did to the rich punks’ street racers out in California Rue he’d never get pulled over again

He probably wouldn’t Ruht off Henrietta’s sheriff

To celebrate the Mitsubishi’s release from impound, Kavinsky had just put three coats of anti-laser paint on the headlights and bought himself a new radar detector

Rumor had it

"I hate that prick," Adaht to hate him, too

The driver’s siderolled down to reveal Joseph Kavinsky, his eyes hidden behind white-riold links of the chain around his neck glittered a grin He had a refugee’s face, hollow-eyed and innocent

He wore a lazy s to Gansey that ended with "-- unt"

There was nothing about Kavinsky that wasn’t despicable

Ronan’s heart surged Muscle ray and baked, stretched in front of thee of the Caically under-utilized engine ru about the situation de an accelerator

"I know you are not referring to street racing," Gansey said tersely

Noah gave a hoarse laugh

Gansey didn’t er, the ever-present Prokopenko The latter had always been friendly with Kavinsky, in the sort of way that an electron was friendly with a nucleus, but lately, he seemed to have acquired official crony status

"Come on, man," Ronan said

In a dismissive, sleepy voice, Ada’s got a load of five people --"

"-- Noah doesn’t count," Ronan replied

Noah said, "Hey"

"You’re dead You don’t weigh anything!"

Adaot our air-co on, and he’s probably in his Evo, right? Zero-to-sixty in four seconds What’s this do, zero-to-sixty in five? Six? Do thedreadful about seeing a race dissolving in front of hi to happen And Kavinsky, of all people Every inch of Ronan’s skin tingled with useless anticipation

"Not in that car you haven’t Not in your BMW"

"In that car," countered Ronan "In my BMW He’s a shitty driver"