#Chapter 159: Good Luck Charm

Ella The scent of rubber and gasoline was thick in the air, familiar and yet so foreign in this new context. Logan, noticing my trepidation, gestured for me to follow. We headed into a more private area behind the garage, where there were fewer prying eyes. “You okay?” he asked, his voice lowering. I blinked, still in shock from the whole ordeal. “You race?” I found myself asking, incredulity lacing my voice. “Logan, I thought you just watched races.” Logan’s eyes met mine, and there was a flicker of something there that I couldn’t quite read. “I do race,” he said. “I’ve been racing for about five years now.” I bit my lip, still trying to process all of this. “But… It’s dangerous,” I hissed. “You could get hurt. You could get killed!” He leaned back, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a half-smile. “Ella, I know what I’m doing. Trust me. Remember that joyride we took?” How could I forget? The world had been a blur of lights and colors, the roar of the eng