Chapter 93
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The first turn was coming up fast, a sharp right that am sure had claimed more than one rider over the years. The guy in first place took it too wide, and Tristan slipped past him on the inside like it was nothing. Now he was in second,
“Damn, he’s good,” someone said beside me, and I glanced over to see a man in late twenties with dark hair and an expensive leather jacket.
His brown pretty eyes looked familiar but I didn’t bother trying to figure out where we’d met, I turned my gaze back to what or who was truly important.
He was watching the race, but I could feel him looking at me too.
I didn’t respond, keeping my attention on the track. Tristan was closing in on fir place now, staying right behind the lead rider through a series of S-
curves that made my stomach clench with worry.
“You’re Athena, right?” the man continued, moving closer. “I’m Damon. We met the the other night, remember?”
“Mm–hmm, I mumbled, not really listening. The riders were approaching the first big jump, and my heart was in my throat.
Tristan hit the jump perfectly, his bike sailing through the air in a smooth arc. He landed clean while the guy next to him wobbled dangerously, almost losing control.
That was Tristan’s opening, and he took it, pulling into first place as they entered the next turn.
“He’s something else, isn’t he?” Jake said, apparently not bothered by my lack of attention. “Been racing here for five years, and I’ve never seen anyone ride
like that.”
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The other riders weren’t giving up, though. I could see them regrouping, working together to try to box Tristan in. Two of them moved up on either side of him while another stayed close behind, waiting for their chance.
This was the dangerous part. When riders worked together against one person, things could get ugly fast. I’d seen crashes before where someone got squeezed between two bikes and went down hard.
‘Come on,” I whispered under my breath, my hands clenched into fists.
They hit the back stretch, and that’s when the other riders made their move. The one on Tristan’s left tried to push him toward the wall while the one on his
right closed in from the other side.
It was a classic squeeze play, designed to either make him back off or force him to a crash.
But Tristan didn’t panic. He never did. Instead of fighting the squeeze, he did something I’d never seen before.
He suddenly braked hard, letting both riders shoot past him, then immediately gned it and slipped between them before they could react.
In the span of about three seconds, he’d gone from being trapped to being free of clear in front of both of them.
The crowd erupted, and even I couldn’t help cheering.
‘Incredible, Jake muttered, shaking his head. “How the hell did he…”
‘Shh, I hissed, not wanting to miss anything.
The final lap was starting, and the other riders were getting desperate. One of them tried to ram Tristan from behind going into a turn, but Tristan saw it coming and swerved at the last second. The guy who’d tried to hit him ended up oing too wide and nearly crashed into the barrier.
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Two more riders tried to sandwich him again on the home stretch, but this timeristan was ready for it.
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He waited until they were committed to the move, then suddenly accelerated beyond what should have been possible. His bike shot forward like a rocket, leaving both riders behind to fight each other for second place.
He crossed the finish line a full bike length aliead of everyone else, and the crowd went absolutely crazy.
I was jumping up and down, screaming his name, completely forgetting about Damon or anyone else around me. Tristan had won, and he’d made it look easy even though I’d watched six other riders trying their best to take him out.
As he did his victory lap, he pulled his helmet off and shook out his dark hair. Even from the stands, I could see him grinning. When he looked up toward
where I was sitting, our eyes met across the arena, and he raised his fist in the al
My heart did this crazy flip in my chest, and I found myself grinning back like an idiot.
This was the second time I’d watch him race but it felt like it was the first.
“You two make a cute couple,” Jake said, and I suddenly remembered he was still there.
“We’re not a couple,” I said quickly, feeling my cheeks heat up.
Jake just laughed. “Sure you’re not. That’s why you’ve been ignoring me for the past twenty minutes to stare at him like he was something special.”
I
was
something special. He was special. I wanted to say to him but I held myself it’ll look suspicious if I do.
“The last time we met, Tristan introduced me as his sister.” I said turning my gaz back to Tristan who was heading towards me.
Yes, I remember him. The moment he said his name, I remembered he was the handsome dude that wanted to get close to me that night.
Tristan friend and partner.
‘So that means I have a chance then? I turned my face towards him immediately with a raised brow.
‘I’d like… us to go out one day…”
‘What is going on here?” I heard Tristan voice from behind me,
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The amount of times a character’s name changes is becoming one of the characters in this story.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
