I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty house. My helmet hit the floor with a heavy thud. I felt my chest tighten, my hands clenching into fists. Another race lost. Again. And all because of that mysterious rider… and Paxton. That boy always seemed to show up at the wrong time for me.

I kicked the side of my bike in frustration, the metal scraping against the wall. Thousands of dollars in damages, my bike, the gear, everything. And the worst part? It wasn’t ...