The Glass Prince by Sandra Bard Page A

glass. He pulled the set out and placed it carefully on
the dashboard, out of reach. When he looked over at Eren, he'd
retreated as far back from Daniel as possible and was looking at
him with wide-eyed horror.
    Daniel tried to
keep his arms to his side of the car and look away from Eren, which
was as close as he could get to looking harmless. Every time his
temper got the better of him, his magic went wild, even though he
tried to take precautions against it. He just needed to get out,
off the road, so he could calm down without damaging his car. He
changed lanes carefully, knowing the turnoff to CinemaCity was
coming up.
    " Let me out,"
Eren growled.
    When
Daniel looked at him, Eren was crouched on the seat, his head down, hair falling
over his eyes. "In a bit," he said as calmly as possible, though
his hands continued to shake. He needed to change lanes. He
couldn't stop in the middle of the road with the oncoming traffic
in both directions.
    He had
to concentrate on the cars rushing on the next lane, and he couldn't get worked up,
though Eren had hit close to home. He hadn't seen Lucian in over a
week. It was the longest he'd gone without seeing his childhood
friend since the time he'd spent at hospital.
    " I said, let me
out!" Eren pulled at the door handle.
    " Don't," Daniel
snapped. In the next lane, cars were zooming by. If Eren were to
open the door, Daniel would lose the car door, as well as his
passenger, in a matter of seconds.
    " No," Eren
shouted. "Just let me out now and I… oh, my God, I'm calling the
police!" He pulled out his cell phone and started to dial, probably
911.
    " Oh, for crying
out loud." said Daniel, reaching forward to grab the cell phone,
but a car cut in front of him. Cursing, Daniel braked and Eren, not
wearing a seatbelt, shot forward. Daniel put a hand forward to
catch him before he hit his head.
    " Don't touch
me!"
    " Now you're
overreacting," Daniel pulled his hand back.
    " I don't think
so," Eren said, reaching for the car door again. "You're all alike,
thinking you can just scare the crap out of people and play around
them like… like… playthings," he spat as he pulled at the car lock
insistently.
    " That's rather
descriptive of you."
    " Fuck you," Eren
said in a high-pitched voice, fear evident. "Just let me out." He
tried to open the car door, although the car was still
moving.
    Soon,
he 'd either break the
car door or set off the alarm, a car safety-design feature Daniel
had not considered a bother before.
    There
was a semi pulling up on
the passenger side and the turnoff was still not clear. He tried to
turn the car anyway, but the semi flew past them. The driver slowed
down just enough to flash his middle finger as he drove past and
Daniel felt his anger take form. He was going to find that
stupid-ass driver and shove a piece of glass three feet wide up
his—
    Eren made
another desperate gasp for the door, this time throwing himself
physically against it.
    " Sit back,"
snarled Daniel and pushed Eren back into the seat forcefully with
his hand, eyes fixed on the turnoff. There was a gap in the traffic
and he drove through it. His right hand felt odd, but he ignored
it. He shouldn't have taken off his glove. The magic dampeners at
least made his magic manageable.
    " There, now
we're—" He turned around slowly to look at Eren and groaned. He
looked at his hand and a wave of understanding swept over him. A
glass cylinder the size of his arm had emerged from his palm and he
had used it to club Eren back into the seat. Eren might have been
immune to magic, but he wasn't immune to blunt-force damage and
glass, magical or otherwise, still packed a punch.
    There
was a lot of blood .
    It
was on the white seat
covers, on Eren's clothes, and all over Daniel's arm. He was
struggling to sit up, his eyes open in panic, blood pooling on his
face. Daniel fumbled with the glove compartment and pulled out a
calming spray he kept for when he was feeling stressed. He pulled
out the spray and hit