Petra knew where he was, and she pulled her coat tighter around herself as she stormed to the racing track, his gaze as tumultuous as the rain that poured around her.
The cars came to a screeching halt as they crossed the finish, Gabe stepping out with him arms raised in victory.
She seemed too angry to speak for a moment. She jerked her head to indicate he should follow, pulling him away from the crowd, her black hair soaked with water.
"What gives you the right," she said, her voice tight and sharp, "to throw your life around frivolously when you know, you know that there are people that care about you?"
"No, you're clearly not. You promised me you wouldn't do it. Do you even remember what happened last time you did this? Do you have any memory at all?"
