Diesel was still growling when the sound of an engine reached us from the road, and Jace immediately stepped between me and the darkness beyond the garage.
Derek appeared from the side of the building with his phone in his hand.
“I don't see anyone.” Derek said.
Diesel growled again, but this time his attention shifted toward the driveway.
A motorcycle came into view and it wasn't one of ours.
The rider moved slowly, and there was something wrong about the way he was sitting on the bike, because his shoulders were hunched and his head kept turning toward the road behind him so Jace's hand lifted slightly.
“Stay where you are.” Jace ordered and the motorcycle stopped.
The rider killed the engine and removed his helmet.
He looked young.
He couldn't have been more than his mid-twenti
