Chapter 15 Hold Your Line

Mr. Valcourt insisted on a driver, a bodyguard, and a thermos. Theo insisted on a drawing. By the time I left the house, I was carrying a crayon rocket labeled LUCKY (DO NOT LOSE) and a promise to report every corner.

The track-day car was low, red, and so loud that my teeth rattled.

Ronan folded...

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