bastian narrowed his eyes

a's voice rang out, s

the crowd like a su

pletely los

any ordinary street race. Skill alone wasn't enoug

ss. No winding tracks, just a straight shot to the fi

speed, and only hit the brakes at t

ediate elimination. Whoever stopped closest to

t failure, while braking too late meant slamming into barrels of f

e advanced races pushed risk even furth

rice with their lives, yet the

o make anybody gamble everything they had

d grim. "You're really pu

against me?" Em

d with anger, his stare

housewife dare to throw down a Death Rac

off a miracle, or was she j

ine herself to be Racer

tan-Rodger's hero, the one

ike Emilia could ever

Her tone trembled as she said, "Emilia, no one can predict the endin

I'm a chicken like you?" Emil

ars as she forged a desperat

e you. Nobody will dare mess with you while I'm he

, you'd better watch your mouth. If you ever talk shit to Violet again, you'll regret it.

hands. "And another thing. Forget about your silly dreams. Even if Violet wasn't

and from that moment, her place in his heart was

take that spot was nothing

t lifted her gaze toward Emilia

yself. Rodger will never know you were the one who saved him. He'll onl

her face. Instead, her eyes looked clear and empty, with not even

eone unrecognizable. He couldn't understand how the Emilia who used to

id she want to seem stronger so s

ased him, allowing his pride to swell. He refused to belie

are, when in truth she wanted his attention. It wouldn't be long before Emili

d never deceive him. Ha! He had

chores and monotony, without an ounce of charm. He believe

e, imagining the moment she would kneel before h