Eleanor's POV
The wind whipped across the infield of the Serpent's Kiss, carrying with it the faint, metallic scent of ozone that made the hair on my arms stand up. I hugged myself, staring at the sprawling, sinister asphalt. What in the world had I gotten myself into?
This wasn't a dream anymore. It was a nightmare I had willingly signed up for.
Next to me was Mira as she watched Roxy pace in front of us. Roxy's mouth was moving a mile a minute, her hands gesturing sharply at the track.
"—and if you can't handle the initial G-force without blacking out or, moon forbid, painting the interior of the car with your breakfast, then we're already starting from a deficit—are you two even listening to me?"
I blinked. Mira and I exchanged a guilty look.
"You talk too fast," Mira said, her voice faint.
