One moment, the highway stretched empty under a s
nvoy-four bikes cutting clean lines through the darkness-when the f
rked over the
lammed into her shoulder as she ducked on instinct. Headlig
ns. His voice was calm, almost bored, but
eir beams cutting through the night like twin blades. Shadows moved inside-men lean
t shattered Nol
ts before-bar scuffles, shouting matches
y over the wind. "They'
twisted the throttle, the bike sc
torso, fingers clutching the worn leather of his cut. The heat of
to the right, and Cole dropped back, his twin pistols flas
icing between SUVs, the Fangs patched shoulders leanin
Nolan's exhaust pipe. Sp
a dirt trail veering off the highway, bar
row," Ja
or get cut in half
ey's stomach lurched as the bike dropped off the asphalt and hit
llowed, eng
bike kicked up a wall of dust as he fired a shot that blew out a pursuer's tire. The SUV
n ducked low under a branch, and Ashley mi
is voice reached her over
drenaline and dust. "I
sound even in chaos. "You're doi
She yelped and tightened her
," Nola
ha
ghter. T
eel every breath he took, the flex of muscle beneath leather as he maneuvered. Des
w. Nolan took the climb. The bike shuddered over stones, bouncing hard enough to knock her teeth tog
ole as he gunned his engine. The night exploded in noise-sho
lear!" Ac
ound a boulder. For a breathless second, t
Metal screeched. Sparks showered. It spun out, blocking the
cing into open desert under
her to breathe again. His voice came ove
still in her throat. She loosened her death gri
d dryly. But there was a h
ly against his back. "You c
?" His voice dropped lower,
eady rise and fall of his breathing and the sure way he handled the bike beneath them-like nothing co
ahead, their taillights glowing l
n, wry as ever. "Well, that was fun. Who's
said. "I just
etty sure Nolan's the one who th
t. "She's not just a passenger," he said quietly-sof
hard, unsure
arms wrapped tight around Nolan's waist, even after the danger had faded.
e of a firefight. About the way he hadn't hesitated to risk h
ley didn't know where this road would end-but f
ed from the darkness-a half-forgotten shack flanked by rusted trailers. Bikes were parked in nea
r helmet, breathing hard, sweat sticking her hair to h
ading-the-needle work back there. Thought
Ashley. He offered a hand to help her off the bike. When their fingers
for. Fangs will regroup by sunrise. We've got mayb
bike. She realized how close she'd been
ern written across h
still holding Nolan's arm a
the eyes. "Tonight wasn't just luck. You've got to tru
t the road ahead would demand mor
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