Inside her car, Liora’s hands gripped the wheel tight, her body molded to the seat as she sped off. She had prepared herself for this. She wasn’t intimidated by speed or by Selene’s smug confidence. What she hadn’t prepared for was the sudden realization that something wasn’t right. Her foot pressed the brake as she approached the first sharp bend. Nothing. The pedal sank all the way to the floor with no resistance. Her heart skipped a beat in fear but she tried to calm herself down. She pressed again, harder. Still nothing. The brakes were gone. Someone tampered with the line. The thought was immediate, logical. And only one name surfaced with it: Selene. Liora’s jaw clenched. So this was never about a fair race. Selene hadn’t come to humiliate her on the track. She wanted her dead.
