It had been two days since I saw Paxton at the computer room. It's also been a day since he had caught me eavesdropping, staring at my hair like he had some clue. And somehow, the news about the upcoming race had spread through the school like wildfire. Everywhere I went, whispers followed me.

“Is the queen going to race?”

“She’s the mysterious rider, right?”

“Do you think she’ll even show up?”

The nickname made my stomach twist. They were calling me a queen. I ...