I recognized the emotion seeping into Asher’s expression. It wasn’t innocuous. It was guilt. Why would he feel… The breath stalled in my lungs. He hadn’t hit someone else’s car. I sensed it in my gut. But if he hadn’t done that, then there was only one reason for the guilt shining in his eyes. Icy talons raked down my spine. Don’t say it, I silently begged. Please don’t say it. “I was racing,” he said quietly. “Against someone from my old team. He was behind, but halfway through the race, when we were rounding a bend, he purposely rammed into me. My car went over the guardrail and crashed
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