Redline Revenge — Nora's Bold Reply

was sanded off. In its place, a brand new Little Bell. I finally understood. Giving Lena my bike wasn't a last-minute decision. Making me ride-sweep for her wasn't a last-minute He'd planned it all along. I looked up and shoved the phone in Sebastian's face. How do you explain this? Sebastian glanced at the screen. He didn't even lift his eyes.

It's a promo shoot after her rookie trials. Nora, throw your fit if you want, but don't spread smut about the girl. And the bike? Why is my name sanded off? Sebastian finally lifted his head to look at me.

There wasn't a trace of guilt on his face. Nora, you're 30. The other teams were ready to retire you a long time ago. I'm the reason you still hold pole position.

You're getting married next year. Sooner or later, you'll go home and settle down. This bike was going to the rookie anyway. and this race is the perfect chance to make Lena's name.

What's wrong with that? Nora, be reasonable. Don't make everyone look bad. Understood.

Then I pushed my bike toward the track. Sebastian let out a visible sigh of relief, thinking I'd finally given in. He didn't know that just a moment ago,

when Marcus Reid had messaged asking what I'd decided, I'd already replied with one word. Yes. When I pushed the bike onto the starting grid,

the whole track exploded. Fans jumped to their feet. Why isn't Nora on pole? Isn't that her championship bike?

Why is a rookie on it?