"Explain yourself!" Azima demanded. Coming for Zamson, her eyes like jade daggers. "Your mods could not have earned you fair triumph."
Shane went to open his mouth. Azima lifted a finger at him. Shane swallowed his words behind another sip from his cup. Logan cuffed a fist to mouth, covering a laugh.
"What I do with my car is for my crew and me," Zamson told her. His smoldering form fizzled out. "Not for you."
"Oh? So you admit that you cheated?"
"Careful how you throw that word around."
Azima scoffed as if disgusted. It was in vain. Justifying her infidelity wouldn't be too wise of a call to make. It was never wise to attempt, to begin with. She dismissed the remark. "That was not your mod."
"If I have cheated, then I'd be disqualified. As you can see." He turned to the cheering crowd. His arms extended to welcome their festive cries. "I stand victorious, and you have a debt to pay. For your sake, you best not renege. I know where you sleep and who you sleep with."