Lucas was drawn to Savannah's confidence. He agreed, but let out a cold laugh, threatening.
"You'd better be telling the truth," he said.
"This isn't some cheap seduction stunt you just came up with, is it?"
Faced with his intimidation, Savannah remained unfazed. She knew that the plan she'd devised was close to flawless.
Eventually, Savannah confidently followed behind Lucas, climbed onto his motor, and joined him in the race, wearing a self-satisfied grin.
It was only then that Savannah realized she'd been far too smug, far too soon.
As the race began, every motor shot forward, faster than the wind itself. The roar of engines faded into a deafening rush of air past her ears.
Lucas's motor was no exception.
In fact, Lucas was leading.
His motor tore through the air, and Savanna
