MERRIELYNN.
The engine roared beneath me, a powerful growl that reverberated through my chest.
My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white as I focused on the track ahead.
The adrenaline pumping through me was both exhilarating and terrifying. I wasn’t sure how I’d ended up here, racing a car as Cormac sat beside me, barking occasional instructions.
“You’re doing fine,” he said, his voice steady but sharp, like a blade cutting through my rising nerves.
I was doing fine, surprisingly. Better than I’d expected. Despite my supposed inexperience, the car seemed to respond to me like it had been waiting for me to take control. The crowd blurred past us as I expertly maneuvered the car through tight turns and sharp bends.
“You’ve got it,” Cormac said, his voice carrying a h
