The old clubhouse looked nothing like the place I remembered, because the building that had once felt like the heart of Devil’s Hollow now stood behind federal barricades with dark windows, damaged walls, and government vehicles scattered across the property.
I sat behind Knox on the motorcycle, one hand wrapped around his waist while my other rested protectively over my stomach.
The baby was still so small that nobody could see anything yet, but I could feel every decision differently now.
Every risk carried another life with it and Knox glanced back at me.
"You sure?" Knox asked.
"I've said yes three times." I said.
"And I'm asking again." He said.
"I know." I said as his hand briefly covered mine.
"Then stay close." He said.
"I was planning to." I said.
He smiled faintly befor
