As they hit the final hairpin turn—a treacherous curve known as the Devil’s Elbow—Jax felt the pressure. He took the turn too wide, his tires screaming in protest. Amilia didn't hesitate. She drifted within inches of the guardrail, the sparks from her rim lighting up the night like a firework display. With a flick of the wrist and a downshift that sounded like thunder, she shot past him.
As they hit the final hairpin turn—a treacherous curve known as the Devil’s Elbow—Jax felt the pressure. He took the turn too wide, his tires screaming in protest. Amilia didn't hesitate. She drifted within inches of the guardrail, the sparks from her rim lighting up the night like a firework display. With a flick of the wrist and a downshift that sounded like thunder, she shot past him.