Eleanor's POV
I stared, my mind struggling to catch up. Become a… a registered rider? For the Serpent's Kiss? The track that was now a haunted, monster-infested sacrificial ground? They couldn't be serious.
Meanwhile, a wave of pure, predatory excitement crashed over me from Beatrice. Yes! Finally! A real hunt! I can't wait to feel their bones snap and tear their shadowy flesh apart!
Her bloodlust was so vivid it made me feel nauseous.
Mira voiced the exact panic I was feeling. "You can't be serious. We don't have a single ounce of experience with anything like this! We wouldn't be able to help; we'd just get in the way."
Keith's gaze was unnervingly calm. "That's not entirely accurate, Miss Mira. The only person here with no experience is Miss Eleanor."
My head snapped toward Mira. She could drive a car, sure. But race?
