A kitten? Adam heard a powerfully growling lion, one with teeth, and when it was on the road no other car had any right to get in its way. He'd worry about any guy sitting inside who didn't get wood because of it.
He chuckled at the mental image Tristan conjured up about hitting someone, his hands adjusting the wheel as he took the car around the gradually curving path ahead of them, away from all signs of buildings now. "You think if we drive into someone at this speed, we'll have time to see his longing expression as he flies across the hood?"