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CHAPTER 141
~Spring's POV~
Wide, asphalt-black, curved like a serpent in motion, with lanes that stretched around what looked like a custom-built racing circuit.
Dim but vibrant lights glowed along the edges. A few bikes were parked nearby. They were matte and metallic, clearly not for beginners.
A handful of people milled around—helmeted racers, a couple of mechanics, and some standing along the sidelines. Everyone looked like they belonged in some underground racing movie.
"What is this place?" I asked as Tyrion turned off the engine and slid his helmet off.
He turned to me, dark hair tousled by the ride, eyes sparkling. "My second home."
I raised a brow. "You brought me to a racing ring?"
"I told you I'd show you something better than chemistry," he said, grinning. "This is the side of me you don't see in class. No uniforms. No rules. Just speed and instincts."
I rolled my eyes, knowing sometimes the heirs did not wear their school uniforms.
