the smuggler’s bible


The car in first place is gone, so far ahead it might as well not exist. Sebastian hasn’t seen it since the starting line—a fleeting glance, even then.

But back in eleventh, there’s a knife fight going on. Edges shining, blood spilled.

“Villain. Scoundrel. Sinner,” Sebastian says, swerving in an attempt to get his opponents spoiler out of his face and make a run for it.

He has passed this car four times already and been passed again in turn. Five, he thinks, That’s all I need. One more shot at open track and all my dreams come true.