Chapter Twenty
The strong morning wind whipped violently past our faces for hours and hours, the long highway stretching out endlessly ahead of us like a massive black ribbon cutting a path straight through the high green hills. My small arms stayed locked incredibly tight around Stone’s thick waist, my right cheek pressed flat against the heavy leather of his back as the loud, thunderous roar of thirty Iron Reapers motorcycles filled the air around us. It was a deafening sound of pure power. For the very first time in days, I actually felt something close to being truly alive—I felt wild, and I felt completely free, even with the massive, heavy property patch sitting on my back, boldly announcing my new name to the whole wide world.
We finally pulled off the smooth asphalt highway just
