Could he not give her a single path to survival?
Wait—cars. Racing!
Chloe’s eyes lit up, her voice crackling with sudden excitement. "I'm going to enter the International Grand Prix next month!"
Xavier finally looked at her again, his fork pausing mid-air.
The fire returned to Chloe’s gaze. "Every citizen has a responsibility to bring glory to the nation," she declared, quoting Lyra from the day before.
Xavier gave her a cool, dry look. "Just don't embarrass me."
Chloe’s lips curled into a confident smirk. "Don't you worry. I won’t let the Grayson name slide. I can’t promise a trophy at the Internationals yet, but I’ll bring you a top-three finish at the National Qualifiers, guaranteed."
Xavier let out a sharp snort. "If you’re going to compete, bring home the championship."
"Deal.
