Aliyah's POV
The wind slammed against my face as I sped down the first stretch of the circuit. My heart pounded in rhythm with the rev of my engine. The world blurred around me—trees, barricades, cheering fans. All I could focus on was the road ahead. Every turn, every slope, every rival’s movement mattered.
Asher was ahead for the first few laps, but I stayed close behind him, watching his moves, waiting for my opening. We’d trained together long enough for me to know his weaknesses—he hesitated at sharp left bends.
By the third lap, I made my move. The curve came fast, and just as he leaned to adjust his balance, I accelerated past him, brushing close enough for our bikes to nearly collide.
He cursed loudly, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.
All that existed was the road, my brea
