Eleanors POV
After the race...
The car door felt heavy as I pushed it open, my body moving on autopilot. The engine's roar faded, but the ancient voice echoed in my mind, a relentless tide drowning out everything else.
What was I going to do?
The answer came with a desperate, clear certainty. Dr. Chloe. She was the only one who might understand the supernatural, who might know what "power" the voice was talking about.
I had six days. Six days to figure out how to stop a monstrosity I couldn't even comprehend.
"…and my drift was clearly cleaner!" Roxy's voice pierced through my haze, arguing with Mira as we walked toward the motorhome.
"Yours was reckless! Mine was precision!" Mira shot back.
Their bickering was a distant noise. My entire world had narrowed to the countdown in my head.
We reached the motorhome just as Liam and Ben stepped out, already changed into their casual clothes.
"Where are you two off to already?" Mira asked, momentarily distracted from her debate.
