Hazel POV
“How dare you?” The words burned on my tongue, but I swallowed them down. My hands shook at my sides. I wanted to scream, to shove him, to run until the city lights swallowed me whole. But his threat about Lucas still rang in my ears—quiet, cold, real. I couldn’t risk it. Not again.
I sighed instead, the sound ragged and defeated, and kept walking toward the changing rooms. My sneakers squeaked on the polished concrete. I would wait. I would find the perfect moment to slip away when he was distracted. That was the plan.
Inside the sleek locker area, a staff member handed me a racing suit—black, form-fitting, made of some high-tech fabric that felt cool against my skin. I changed quickly, avoiding my reflection in the mirror. I didn’t want to see the bruises fading on my arms,
