TESSA
With zero confidence, I glared at Kyle.
The race was finally happening. We stood in a racing ground, lined by dense rows of towering pine trees. There was no audience. Just us.
Maya and the Reapers were on a side, watching us closely. I could tell Maya was more nervous than I was. She was practically biting her nails, her face pale.
Kyle's Isabella was like a beast compared to my second-hand bike. I was dressed completely in black, tight pants, boots, and a leather jacket that mirrored Kyle’s exact style.
Every inch of mine was panicking. On the other hand, Kyle was calm, unbothered. I could ride a bike now… But I wasn't sure about the speed.
I pulled my helmet over my head, snapping the strap into place, while Kyle straddled his bike with a dangerous grace. He pulled the viso
