Eleanor's POV
The sound was sickeningly solid, like a raw steak slapped onto a counter. Razor's grip on my hair vanished as he screamed, a raw, shocked sound of pain. I stumbled back, the feverish heat in my veins receding as quickly as it had come, leaving me cold and shaking.
Blinking, I tried to make sense of the new scene. Razor was now clutching his face, blood streaming from his nose between his fingers. And standing over him, fist still clenched, was the masked female racer. Beside her, looking pale and frantic, was Mira.
"Eleanor! Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I never should have left you alone!" Mira's voice was trembling with guilt and fear as she rushed to my side, her hands fluttering over me as if checking for injuries.
Razor lowered his hand, glaring up with pure venom. "You fucking bi—" he began to snarl, but his curse died in his throat the second he got a clear look at the woman who had hit him. His bravado evaporated, replaced by a flicker of genuine fear.
