Mira's jaw dropped. "Are you insane?" she blurted out, her voice climbing an octave.
Roxy's grin was all teeth. "Yes. You're trying to recruit me, remember? You shouldn't expect anything less."
"How do you expect two complete novices to get in that car with you for a race in this… this death trap?" Mira argued, gesturing wildly at the pothole-ridden alley. "It's a death wish!"
"That's the condition," Roxy said, her arms crossing over her chest. Her expression was utterly immovable. "Take it or leave it."
I stood frozen between them, their argument buzzing around me like angry hornets. My heart was doing a frantic tap dance against my ribs. This was madness. Absolute, certifiable madness. But a tiny, reckless part of me, the part that had just punched a man unconscious, was stirring.
Was this the universe's idea of a opportunity? A chance to finally feel what it was like to truly live on the edge, instead of just carefully existing near it
