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Chloe Bishop still hadn't heard Jin's brakes engage. She gripped the steering wheel tighter. He was a drifting master—nearly flawless on the track. Whether she could beat him came down to the timing of this one brake.

Even a 0.01-second difference could decide the entire race.

"Chloe—brake!"

She heard Nora's shout from behind her ear, but she didn't hit the pedal right away