Alaric
Second place.
After Q3 ended and the final whistle blew, I finished qualifying in second place, right behind Nico.
"P2, Alaric," my engineer's voice sounded through my earpiece. "Nico managed to snatch first position again, but you have locked down the front row for tomorrow, and that is already better than the opening race where you came in sixth place. You did well."
I said nothing and just stared at the steering wheel display, my chest heaving heavily as the engine heat radiated through my fire suit.
Second place.
That was an upgrade, but seeing Nico Park sitting right above me on the leaderboard made my jaw tighten.
I did not want him above me.
Not here on the track, and definitely not in the bedroom.
Through the tinted visor of my helmet, I looked across the pit lane toward the scales where we had to get weighed.
