"You race?" My gaze switched from Pierre to Charles. "Yup, I do." He laughs. "Cute." Excuse me? I was screaming inside. "You think it's cute? Formula 2 is quite rude." "Can you do me a favor?" "Depends." Pierre said questionable. "Keep that friend of yours away from me." "Thank you for getting me out of my car, you saved my life." ~ Two Monégasques, two formula one teams. Enemies? Friends?

I watched Reese lips move as he read out the contents of the letter, then I watched everyone's faces as they took in the words that were coming off the paper. As I looked around the small group, I realized that these were the people that I had no choice but to depend on for awhile, and one of them was going to get hurt. It didn't matter if we did everything right, someone was bound to get hurt in this game and I couldn't help but to feel like it would be all my fault.