Hazel POV
The car kept moving, eating up the miles like it was hungry for distance. Streetlights grew sparse, then vanished altogether. The city skyline shrank in the rearview mirror until only dark fields and the occasional glow of distant houses remained. My hands clenched in my lap, nails digging into my palms. Every passing minute made the knot in my stomach tighter.
“Where are you taking me?” I finally asked, voice thin with anxiety.
Asher didn’t look at me. His gaze stayed fixed on the road ahead, one hand resting loosely on the wheel.
“To race cars,” he said, tone flat and commanding, like he was stating an obvious fact.
I stared at him. “What?”
He didn’t repeat himself. The car accelerated smoothly, the engine’s low growl filling the silence that followed.
Race cars?
I must
