The last thing Haven remembered hearing before plunging into a fit of adrenaline was a single gunshot.
Zei stepped on the ignition, driving fast and recklessly but expertly all the same. With smooth drifts, swift turns, and a speed of over a hundred twenty, he easily zoomed past everyone on the race track.
The first lap went by in a rush of fear, the thought that maybe she had just hopped into her death cab and it would only stop if it crashed. The second lap was when Haven realized he really did know what he was doing, and she shouldn't hesitate any longer.
By the third lap, she was shouting with excitement, urging Zei to drive faster. He laughed, glancing at her and his eyes somehow softened. He went faster, of course, and by the fourth lap, they were both yelling at each other in rapture, experiencing pure euphoria.
This...
This was how it felt to be alive.
