“You know.” Santino’s engine revved beside hers, and she could see him peering at her through the window, his beady eyes glinting. “When I was a kid, I always wanted to be a royaler.” Foster glanced at Ezren, a smile in his gaze behind his goggs. “Is that right?” “And wouldn’t you know it,” Santino continued, “now I get to drive with the champs.”
