When Christian arrived breathlessly at the competition venue in Aminia, the crowd was already dispersing. The event had ended.
Like a crazy man, he searched every corner of the venue, his gaze sweeping across each inch of the grounds.
This was his last lead to find Hazel; he couldn't let it slip away.
Yet after scouring nearly the entire place, the figure burned into his memory remained nowhere to be seen.
Just as despair threatened to consume him, his eyes locked onto a spot nearby.
A tall woman stood there in racing gear.
Her back was turned to him as she spoke quietly with a gentle-looking man.
An aura of untamed freedom, unlike anything he'd ever witnessed, radiated from her.
Christian stood frozen.
Even from just the back, even through the jostling crowd, he recognized her in
