(Ridge)
By the time I got back from The Spoke, I knew two things. Nolan hadn’t shown his face there yet, and Mira had definitely found something she wasn’t meant to. Some instincts came from experience. Some came from surviving women.
The compound lot was fuller than when I’d left it. More cars lined the side gravel, more brothers moved between buildings, more supplies sat stacked near the main hall. The party had turned into a machine while I was gone. Mira did that to places without trying.
I killed the engine and got off the bike. Knox pulled in behind me a second later and took off his helmet. He gave me one look and already knew where my mind was.
“You’re thinking about her.”
“I’m thinking about the folder.”
“Same thing.”
I didn’t answer because it was close enough to true. He
