The ride into town felt wrong before I even crossed the bridge and tension settled low in my stomach while cold wind whipped through my hair behind the helmet.
Not panic but recognition.
That same feeling had followed me ever since Raze stepped into my life and turned paranoia into instinct because now every street and every shadow carried weight that never existed before.
Three bikes rode ahead of me while Brax and Heath scanned both sides of the road carefully and the closer we got to Miller’s bar the quieter everybody became.
Nobody trusted silence anymore. The town looked mostly normal from a distance while neon signs flickered above storefront and music drifted faintly from somewhere near the main strip. But underneath it sat something sharper that crawled against my nerves im
