Percy stretched his legs, using the [Body revitalization] the system offered him at the beginning of the day. He needed peak performance to win the race against Hugo.
The ongoing race would end soon. He and Hugo registered for the next. They would be racing against six other people, but their bet still stood.
If he won, Percy would get information about the Count of Yarol. But if he lost… he would be forced to dance and sing a children's song.
His jaw tightened at the very thought. This can't happen. He needed to win no matter what.
Flynn was standing beside him, still trying to process what the heck was going on. Her red hair fluttered in the coarse wind of the fields. Her pale face and amber eyes glowed in the sunlight. This would make a good pic if she didn't look so lost.
"I still don't understand why this is happening," she said once again. "How do we know that guy wasn't sent to kill us?"
