Chapter 159. Tristan Is the King on the Game

Athena

"God I still can't believe you got him to race," Sarah said next to me, her voice tight with nerves.

I watched Tristan on Derek's bike at the starting line, rolling his shoulders with that smooth, dangerous grace that always made my breath catch. "He wanted to. I could see it in his eyes."

"Still," Sarah said, "Tristan never goes back on his words, I never believed he'd race again."

"So did I," Orion said, his other arm holding her waist, but there was something almost excited in his tone now.

He knew what Tristan could do. We all did.

Down at the starting line, Tristan moved with easy precision, testing the bike's weight, checking the tire pressure with his boot. 

Even from here, I could see the change in him—the way his senses were already taking everything in. 

Wind direction. Track temperature. The slight shake in one of the other bikes that meant something was loose.

Derek stood beside him,