Jace:
I couldn't sleep. That wasn't unusual anymore. The storage unit had made sure of that. But tonight was different. Tonight, my mind wouldn't stop replaying the race. The sound of the engine. The feeling of the car beneath me. The crowd. Reid's grin. The kid's face when he realized he hadn't just lost everything. And then— Calla. Bubblegum. The pink Mustang roaring down the strip like two years had never happened. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the old metal lighter in my hand. Click. Click. Click.
I kept seeing her face when she won. The smile. The laugh. The way she had looked at Bubblegum. Like she was seeing an old friend. I knew that look. I'd seen it before. A long time ago. When she was sixteen and Camden had finally let her take the Mustang out on the river road. Sh
