Third person's POV
The race had already thinned the pack. Several cars were out, their engines coughing smoke on the sidelines, drivers nursing both egos and bruised pride. But on the track itself, the energy was boiling. The crowd were still screaming as they watched the rest of the drivers compete.
Liora’s silver car cut through the other cars like lightning. Many of the people watching had placed their bet on her and she had them on their toes.
The track had narrowed into one of its most dangerous sectors, barricades pressed close on either side. The lane was slim enough that most drivers avoided overtakes here; one wrong move and metal would grind against steel, ending in a spectacular crash. Yet Liora didn’t flinch.
Julian, tailing her closely, watched with sharp eyes. H
