“Villegas is trying to force Ezren and Foster to race again.” Though annoyance edged Sylvia’s tone, she couldn’t hide the worried furrow of her brow. Foster’s jaw tightened, and he could practically hear his teeth grinding. “Because risking our lives for Belethea once wasn’t enough.” He thought of Ezren’s screams beneath the twisters of the Churn Belt, the stony flatness of Villegas’s stare. And he couldn’t shake the feeling that another race would be a death sentence. She wishes to remove you from the real playing field…
