ding in the storm. She was covered in mud and blood,

ar. He found nothing but ab

thin Duval's twisted psychology.

e passenger door and climbed over the center cons

breath. She forced her broke

into the expensive hand-stitc

r right hand, though broken at the shoulder, moved wi

The Aston Martin roared i

but she refused to pass out. She bit her lip until it bled, using the sharp spike of agony to keep her mind anchored. Her body was failing, but her combat-hone

d her hands. Her movements were flawless,

The taillights of the Ferrari g

As she entered the corner, she

cross the slick asphalt, the front tir

e of the road, kicking gravel d

technique. Not even professional rally drivers woul

he Aston Martin was ridi

anic set in. He began to swerve wildly, blockin

Ferrari. Her eyes we

track: the "Kiss of Death." It was a U-shape

ide line, forcing Eliza to take

off the gas. She downshif

ide line. The two left wheels completely le

sickening sensation of weightlessnes

on the right side to keep the car pinned to the

Ferrari's front bumper and squeezed

d on his brakes in sheer terror. His car s

heels slammed back onto the pavement

he finish line pierc

the floor. The black car tore ac