Chapter 15There were times when I’d felt Westham was too small for me. Too small for my bike. Too small for my life. I wanted a place that was bigger, that I could get lost in, with so many faces that I no one would end up knowing me anymore.
And then there were days like today, when it felt like forever to navigate the streets of the small town. I opened my bike full throttle where I could, but it felt like I was moving in slow motion. I could hear my own pulse thundering in my ears, felt it in the tips of my fingers where they curled around the throttle.
I still heard the cackling laugh of Celia the Werecat dancing around me in Joel’s pit. I tried to breathe, forced myself to take a deep breath, and another, and another. But my chest was tight and my body did nothing with the oxygen.
