Chapter 36

Lana’s POV

The silver Bugatti Chiron didn’t just drive; it screamed. I tore through the glass-and-steel canyons of the Vane District, the W16 engine behind my head sounding like a caged thunderstorm. Every time I hit a straightaway, the world blurred into a smear of neon and grey. I saw people divin...

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