Redeemed (Dirty Air, #4)

by Lauren Asher

This is the moment Morgan Freeman, the narrator of my life, interrupts me to say how this is a very bad idea. Screw you, narrator. Screw you.

Sorry, little wildflower, but I’m not sure you’ll survive my deadly storm.

She looks at the monitors with longing. “What I’d give to throw turtle shells and banana peels at other racers with this setup.”