Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"A race?" Ethan shot me a half-smile.

"Yeah, a race! Let's see who gets to the south bank of Thallus River first!" I stood tall, confident as ever. "So, what do you say, Mr. Grayson? You up for it?" Ethan's smile grew wider. "So, Ms. Wiley, a drag race, huh? Interesting. But are you sure you can handle my speed?"

"Guess we'll see!" I snorted, pulling out my car keys and pressing the remote.

The deep growl of the V8 engine broke the quiet night air.

"Hold up, that's a Dodge Challenger?" Ethan's eyes widened, not expecting me to be driving something so powerful. "Aren't cars like it usually a guy thing?"

"Exactly, it's my top pick now." I grinned, running my hand along the smooth lines of the Challenger. "850 horsepower-guess your little Ferrari can handle that, right?"

"You're really asking for it, Ms. Wiley. Let's see who comes out on top!" Ethan narrowed his eyes. He jumped into his car in a flash, revved the engine, and shot off, leaving rubber burns on the asphalt. "Ugh, guys!" I rolled my eyes and sped off after him.

night sky, our engines echoing in the air. The city lights and buildings zipped by in a

steel beast, my adrenaline kicked in. I gripped the steering wheel, my eyes locked on that yellow blur

those rebellious, daring days when I wasn't afraid to push the limits. "Ethan, get ready to see what true speed really is!" I slammed the gas pedal, and the Challenger growled,

it, I was

saw his smile through the window, his gaze full of tenderness. "Evelyn, you've changed. You're so fearless now, and it's pretty

his

next lance

had to slam on the brakes,

wasn't expecting that and

and stuck my head out the window, yelling, "What the hell are you doing? Are you nuts? This