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Every gaines with a loss.
But what Tilda had gained was way more important than anything she lost.
“We can’t wait to see your surprise.”
Tilda didn’t want to say more, so Dane and Mystro didn’t push her.
They respected her choices.
That was what seniors like them should do.
The second round of the race started.
Santiago sat in a Lamborghini Countach 5000.
Its sleek green body sat low and t. A modified rear wing made it look even sharper.
When he hit the gas, blue mes shot out of the exhaust.
Everyone’s eyes went wide.
Santiago gripped the wheel, closed his eyes, and took a few deep breaths.
I <i>can’t </i><i>let </i><i>Tilda </i><i>distract </i>me.
<i>All </i><i>my </i><i>questions </i><i>and </i><i>confusion </i>will <i>have </i>to <i>wait </i><i>until </i><i>after </i><i>the </i><i>race</i>.
<i>Calm </i>down<i>. </i><i>Stay </i><i>calm</i><i>, </i><i>Santiago</i>.
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But no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept thinking about Tilda—the Tilda he had just run into, the Tilda from photos and video calls.
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Suddenly, the referee’s whistle blew, and Santiago snapped back to focus.
He mmed the gas.
<i>I’m </i><i>already </i><i>behind</i><i>! </i>
<i>Damn </i><i>it</i>!
He bit his tongue to clear his head.
<i>This </i><i>is </i><i>a </i><i>race</i>. <b><i>Focus</i></b><b><i>, </i></b><i>Santiago</i><i>! </i><i>No </i><i>distractions</i>!
But…
<i>Tilda </i><i>smashed </i><i>the </i><i>world </i><i>record</i><i>. </i><i>Five </i><i>minutes</i>, <i>twenty </i><i>seconds</i>.
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A <i>time </i><i>I </i><i>can </i><i>only </i><i>dream </i><i>of</i><i>. </i>
<i>Can </i>I even <i>get </i><i>close</i><i>? </i>
That single thought almost threw him off bnce.
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On a high–speed, dangerous night race–with dim lights, slick snow, and wet roads–any distraction could be deadly.
Tilda and the others watched the race.
They noticed immediately when Santiago fell tost ce.
“That Countach 5000 is tuned really well. On a straight, it shouldn’t lose to a Mercedes 300SL or Ferrari
250 GTO.
“Tilda, is he trying to copy you? Waiting in the back to pull off a corner overtake?”
Cars like this were men’s ultimate dream.
Mystro always looked untouchable as Myst; he was cold and silent. Few knew who he really was.
But he had an amazing car collection, consisting of rare models and limited editions.
His garage stretched for miles, with machines most people only saw in magazines.
Why? Because he could. When you had that money, indulgence was its own answer.
“No,” Tilda said tly, sipping her orange juice.
“He’s just sloppy because his head’s a mess. At this rate, he’ll be lucky if he doesn’t flip the car, never mind finishing near the top.”
Her voice dripped with contempt.
Dane and Mystro noticed her sour mood immediately.
<i>I </i><i>see</i>.
<i>The </i><i>driver </i>who got <i>under </i><i>her </i><i>skin </i><i>is </i><i>the </i><i>Countach </i><i>5000 </i><i>guy</i><i>. </i>
<i>If </i>Tilda <i>hates </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>then </i>we <i>both </i><i>hate </i><i>him</i>.
In another lounge, Harry and Amanda watched the live broadcast.
Harry nearly jumped out of his chair. “What the hell?! Santiago’s deadst! How could he mess up this badly?!”
“This isn’t good.”
Amanda’s face went pale.
She knew cars and racing. She could tell immediately.
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Santiago was barely holding it together, clutching the wheel as if it were slipping.
This wasn’t him, not even close. He wasn’t driving at a third of his usual level.
On a fast, dark, dangerous mountain road, the tiniest mistake could be fatal.
Amanda almost ran to find a race official to tell Santiago to quit before it got worse.
But the worst still happened.
Screech!
Santiago went into a curve.
His speed and angle were all wrong.
Bang!
The Countach hit the edge.
At that speed, the car lifted into the air.
Then it mmed down hard.
The crash shook the track.
The Lamborghini crumpled into a twisted heap, with shattered pieces flying everywhere.
A brutal ident had happened.
The crowd gasped.
Harry and Amanda stared at the live stream, hearts pounding.
“S–San…
Harry’s mouth hung open.
He was so shocked that he couldn’t even speak.
It was as if he’d lost his voice.
Because Santiago had beenst, the three cars ahead sped on almost unaffected.
The crash barely changed the race.
Everyone chosen for this <b>race </b>was well–trained, with plenty of experience in big events.
They knew the Rocky Mountains‘ Christmas track was dangerous.
All had signed waivers, fully aware that death was a possibility.
The medical team was already rushing out.
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