Valentina I’m a weirdo. That’s my only explanation for being down here after Silas made it clear he didn’t want me here last time. But I need my fix. It’s been two years since I held a wrench or smelled oil, had grease stains all over my clothes. And I miss it. So much. So I quietly close the side door to the garage behind me and look out at the literal rows of cars. There are at least 20, if not more, in here. But I freeze when I see her in the second to last row, furthest away from the roll-up gates and close to a workbench. “Nein, oder?” I murmur, my steps speeding up. No, my eyes didn’t trick me. Not hallucinating. That really is a Shelby 260 Cobra CSX 2000… “Unmöglich. F**K” Letting out a hysterical laugh, I stare at the blue sports car, one of the seats already reupholstered,