Zoe
The grounds were packed by the time we arrived, finals day drawing a crowd twice the size of qualifying, and the energy of it hit me like a physical thing the moment we passed through security. Vendors, spectators, rival teams running final checks on machines that gleamed under the midday sun, all of it charged with the particular electricity of a championship on the line.
I ran through my own pre-race checks with careful, practiced hands, Mason beside me offering quiet corrections despite his healing shoulder, Ryder and Jax positioned nearby, eyes constantly scanning the crowd for any sign of Cole or his people.
"Nervous?" Mason asked, watching me double check the fuel line for the second time.
"Terrified," I admitted. "In a good way, mostly."
"Good way's the only way that matter
