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    The car behind? Far toote to react. They tried to brake, but at that speed and angle, there was no chance. Even if they had seen her moveing, they couldn’t have made that turn without flipping or mming into something.

    It all happened in a blur—too fast for them to adjust. As Christina executed the stunning drift, the pursuing car shot straight ahead. She didn’t ease up, keeping her foot steady on the gas, already knowing exactly where she was headed.

    Every twist and turn of the road was already mapped in Christina’s mind. By the time they reached the city center, the chase was long over.

    Christina eased the car down to a normal speed as if nothing had happened.

    Eloise still hadn’t unclenched. Her hands gripped the seatbelt like it was a lifeline. That stretch of road had felt like hours instead of minutes. She was both thrilled and terrified, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. Her toes had curled against the floorboard as though bracing for impact.

    “That’s it. We lost them,” Elliott finally exhaled. With that, any lingering doubt vanished from his mind—Christina was undoubtedly Skybreaker. He also realized the gap between their skills wasn’t just slight; during that race the other day, she had definitely been holding back.

    “There’s definitely someone targeting one of us,” Christina said calmly, eyes on the road. “From now on, stay sharp.” She nced at the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Eloise. “And you—don’t go out alone. Not without us.”

    “Okay!” Eloise nodded quickly, without hesitation. At this point, she hung on Christina’s every word. She no longer saw her just as a friend—she was Christina’s biggest fan.

    “Christina, you’re seriously incredible!” Eloise said, her eyes lighting up with genuine awe. She wasn’t a racer, and she knew she could never match Christina’s skills, but she had still tasted the adrenaline rush of flirting with death. In that moment in the car, her body had been strapped to the seat, but her soul? It felt like it had been left chasing behind in the wind.

    Christina let out a lightugh. “Come on, we all have our moments.”

    “That’s not true,” Eloise murmured, ncing down. “I can’t do any of the things you guys pull off.”

    “Maybe you’ve got talents we don’t. Everyone has their own thing. What matters is knowing your strengths and making the most of them,” Christina said gently.

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    “Yeah… maybe,” Eloise replied with a shy smile, quietly wondering if studying hard was her only real superpower.

    Later that night, in the dead silence of the abandoned warehouse, bloodcurdling screams tore through the air. The cries weren’t just loud; they were soaked in hopelessness, slicing straight to the bone.

    Five meny squirming on the cold concrete, their howls of pain stabbing through the silence. Icy des were lodged deep in their thighs and arms. Blood soaked through their clothes, leaving them looking broken and pitiful.

    A ring of men dressed in ck stood around them, guns fitted with silencers in hand. Not a flicker of emotion on their faces, as if they’d shoot without blinking if anyone tried to crawl away.

    “Still not ready to talk?” Terrence asked, twirling a knife in hand, a touch of madness gleaming in his grin. He yed with the de like it was a toy, squatting right in front of one of the bleeding men.

    The bleeding man flinched hard as Terrence neared, a cold shiver crawling up from the soles of his feet. The guy in front of him wasn’t just dangerous. He was a goddamn lunatic.

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