#Chapter 47-Long Cold Night

Sebastian I haven’t stopped fuming since Ava left the track. The idea that Isabella and William showed up intending to injure me or even kill me seriously? That’s sick. I have never believed there to be people who’d stoop so low. And to attend the race like they haven’t been planning these dangerous plots. Evelyn is chewing her lip in the seat next to me. She had looked as white as a ghost hearing about the sabotage. “You did a great job today,” she finally whispers to me from her seat, still chewing her lip. Her right leg is bouncing faster than I’ve ever seen someone do it almost like she’s about to take off on a race of her own. I nod once. “Thanks.” “It wasn’t anything I thought it would be,” she continues. “I don’t know, I guess I just expected more crashes. Maybe it’s because movies usually highlight that hindrance of races.” “Maybe.” It’s not that I want to give these short, one-word answers that lead to nowhere. It’s the fact I can’t stop thinking about the