TESSA
The first thing I saw when my eyes opened was brightness. White walls, white light cutting through a half-open curtain. It took a second for my head to catch up, to remember why the hell I was lying here.
Then it slammed into me.
The race. Damien’s bike slammed into mine. The way the ground tore into my skin. The world was spinning as I rolled, the pole that nearly took my head off. And then nothing.
My chest burned when I tried to breathe. My ribs ached, my forehead pounded, and my arm stung like hell. But none of that compared to the fire in my gut. Damien. That bastard couldn’t win clean, so he decided to throw me down like trash. That son of a b***h.
“My head hurts,” I groaned.
My eyes were struggling to focus. Then I noticed the door open. Jaxson came in and froze, a cup o
