Abigail
The roar of engines vibrated through my entire body as we stood at the edge of the pit lane.
The night air was thick with the smell of burning rubber, fuel, and pure adrenaline so thick I could almost bite into it.
Angel, River, and Annette had gone to sit with Arthur. Eric was being geared up by two women, though they seemed far more interested in feeling him out than actually helping him into his equipment.
He shot me a grin before yanking down his helmet. "I'm going to wipe the floor with your boyfriend!"
"Yeah, that's right," Henry yelled, hanging off the passenger side of Eric's sports car, brows furrowed in mock outrage. "Get ready to eat dust, you usurper!"
"Oh, please," I scoffed, sliding the arm pad onto my arm. "We—" I gestured to Finnegan beside me, who looked devastatingly good in his racing suit. "—are going to crush both of you."
"I'll make you regret throwing me away for her, Finnegan," Henry shot back.
