Arian's pov I didn't hear from Kael all day and the first message I got from him was to meet me at the underground race. If not for the last sentence, I won't even budge. Just kidding, I'll budge. Even if he asked me to meet him in the afterlife, I'll go there. That's how much I miss his face and his scent. At the back of the taxi, my mind raced with different questions, how I was going to start a conversation when I saw him. But the moment I stepped out of the taxi, the loud night hit me hard, wiping my mind clear. Engines roared everywhere around me, the air reeked of gasoline, burnt rubber, alcohol and cigarette smoke. Music booming from the massive speakers, the bass heavy on my chest. The usual crowd had gathered under different neon lights, their faces half-shadowed, half-illuminated in harsh yellow and blues light. I scanned the sea of people for Kael’s broad shoulders, or his familiar black leather jacket. I passed between the crowd, pushing past clusters of shouting spe
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