Chapter 38

With fifty yards to go, Tristan was trapped. No room to move, no space to speed up, boxed in by two guys who would gladly crash into him to win.

I could feel my heart beating around my ribcage, my eyes never leaving him. My ears sharp to ever sound he made, like I heart would stop if I heard any sound that I shouldn't hear.

I closed my eyes, but opened them immediately. If Tristan was going to hurt himself then I have to see and hear it happen.

But then, he did the ...