The outer part of my vision narrows, and the last thing I see is Beck’s heavy browline and Gia running toward me.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ROME
Panic travelsto the tips of my fingers as I squeeze the wheel.
I’m going 207 mph on the track and 2,000 mph outside of it.
“Fuck, I’m pulling into the pits,” I say.
A noise leaves her, filling every single empty space in my brain. Then comes her refusal, only it’s slow. “N–n–no.”
I bite down on my tongue to keep myself focused.
My heartrate is all over the place.
There’s a shuffle through my headphones, and I blurt, “What the fuck is going on?”
No one answers.
“Tessa!”
One more corner and the pits will be in view.
“Stand by, Rome–medical on the pit wall. Dylan is taking over.”
“No, the fuck he isn’t.”
Static cuts through the radio, mixing with Beck’s voice.
“Tess! Did you take something?”
There’s a pain in my chest, and worry like I’ve never felt before gnaws at me.
“I’m pitting.”
“Gia, get medical. She just passed out.” Beck sounds far away, and I think it’s because my heartbeat is too loud inside my ears.
Dylan’s voice cuts in. “Rome, stay on course. Finish or you’ll be DQ’ed.”
Getting disqualified is the least of my worries right now. Does he really think I’ll be able to continue on after what I just heard through the radio?
“Call me to the pits now,” I snap.
“Rome–”
I growl. “Don't make me regret trusting you, Dylan.”
“For fuck’s sake. Fine.”
A second later, he calls out a feigned strategy check. “Box, box.”
I head right for the pits and come to a sudden halt. I’m out of the car within five seconds.
“Goddamnit, Rome.” Dylan’s hair sticks up in different directions beneath Tessa’s headset, his face red and sweaty.
I search around the pit wall. “Where is she?”
