“Full throttle. Left turn.”
“Third gear right, downhill ahead. Ease up!”
Selene had studied the route notes, committing every off–road detail to memory. But out here, in the thick of the race, raw speed left no time for conscious thought.
In these moments, Adrian was her mind.
His commands came fast and clipped, his mental map of Bellcrest Mountain’s twisting course more vivid than reality–a three–dimensional blueprint only he could see.
He was the strategist, the chess master guiding Selene’s every move across the board.
“Harrison! Go for it!”
Felicity’s shout rang out as she felt Harrison push the car harder, surging forward.
She’d lost track of the navigator’s notes ages ago–who knew where they’d ended up? She was just along for the ride, Harrison’s companion in the passenger seat.
And Harrison didn’t need a co–driver. He trusted his own instincts above all else.
He knew Bellcrest Mountain’s racecourse better than anyone; after all, he’d helped design the layout, every treacherous bend and hidden dip.
Dark Hole ran neck and neck with the other cars in the second pack, all of them left in the dust by Solarius.
On a wide, sweeping curve, Solarius executed a near–perfect U–turn drift.
Harrison’s eyes widened, dark and intense.
He’d seen Solarius in action before, tearing up the circuit.
The original owner of Solarius was a mystery–Harrison only knew her name: Luna a woman with a reputation but little else known. He’d tried to dig up more, but even his resources turned up nothing.
He never imagined he’d cross paths with Solarius in a real race.
His sister’s voice echoed in his memory: “Bro! Get Luna to join our team! I want her to be my mentor!”
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Chapter 99
But when he finally got Luna’s contact through a mutual friend, all he learned was that she was retiring.
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