Chapter 37

Twenty minutes since we'd gone down into what looked like an old subway tunnel, and I was still in shock.

The underground racing place stretched out in front of me like something from a crazy dream. The concrete walls were covered in street arts, neon lights everywhere, and the air smelled like burning rubber and gas.

Tristan had brought me to his secret world, and I couldn't tell if I was scared or excited.

This track used to be train tunnels. Someone had turned them into this twisting raceway that went under the city.

There were makeshift bleachers along the walls, packed with people I could barely see...