Calla:
I was winning. For the first time in two years, I was racing like I had something to prove. Maybe I did. The engine roared beneath me. The bridge blurred around me. The river flashed beside the guardrail. And Bubblegum flew. I had forgotten what it felt like. The rush. The vibration of the wheel beneath my hands. The sharp, electric pull in my chest when the car responded exactly how I wanted. I was ahead. Actually ahead.
Then everything happened at once. A flash of movement. Jace. I barely had time to turn my head before his Camaro slammed into the side of my Mustang. "What the—" The impact spun me. The world became motion. The bridge twisted around me. Tires screamed against the asphalt. My hands fought the wheel, but Bubblegum had already lost control. I spun across the bridge.
