Third person's POV
The crowd was still reeling from the race when Liora pulled her helmet free and stepped out of the car. Her movements were steady, her expression calm, but the tension was obvious in the air. Spectators leaned forward from the stands, waiting, whispering, some already convinced they had just witnessed something historic.
Then Raya appeared. She shoved past security like a storm, her eyes wide and frantic. “Liora!” she cried, rushing to her side. She seized her friend’s shoulders, scanning her like she expected to find blood or broken bones. “Are you hurt? Gods, say something! Do you know how close that bastard came to ramming you into the wall?” She screamed. She looked so worried and scared as she searched around Liora for any possible wounds.
Liora’s calm ga
