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CHAPTER 142
~Spring's POV~
The tires screeched before their engines even reached full throttle.
Boom!
They surged forward like bolts of lightning unchained.
Tyrion's Nyx sliced through the air, hugging the inside edge of the S-bend with such precision it was like watching art in motion.
His form was low, aerodynamic, posture confident—leaning into each turn like he and the bike were one living thing.
"God," I thought, my eyes tracking him through the turns, "he's not just fast—he's lethal out there."
Cheers erupted from the crowd as the racers came out of the first loop. The pack thinned quickly, Tyrion already pulling ahead of most of them but not without resistance.
A sharp gleam caught my eye. There was someone behind him, on a red and black bike with jagged lightning decals, who veered dangerously close.
"Hey!" I gripped the railing, hoping my voice could be carried through.
