After I turned him down that time, I didn't see Elliott for weeks. I'd thought he'd actually gone back to Awuitaine.
But what happened next drove home just how unhinged and obsessive he really was.
That day, I was walking side by side down the street with Owen Clark.
He was a legendary racer in the underground circuit, and the second-in-command of the Ashshade Pack—answerable only to the Alpha. He'd ask me for advice on parameter tuning all the time.
Before we knew it, we'd become good friends.
He'd also picked up bits and pieces of the messy history I had back in Awuitaine.
"Come on, Ivy, I'd kill to watch you race sometime! I've never met a mechanic who can also rip it on a motorcycle like you can."
"Maybe next time," I said with a shrug. "The shop's been swamped with work lately.
