Chapter 11

He didn’t close the distance. He stopped, his breath warm against my lips. "He’ll come to you," he whispered. "And when he does, you’ll look at him just like that. And he won’t know what hit him."

He pulled back and the sudden absence of his heat made me feel cold. The mask of indifference was back, but it was frayed at the edges, his breathing slightly uneven. He turned and swung a leg over his bike.

"Get on," he said, not looking at me. The moment was broken, but the ghost of it still tingled on my lips.

"Where are we going?"

He finally glanced back at me, and the darkness in his eyes made my stomach flip. "You'll see." The engine roared to life, a violent sound that shattered the quiet night. "Now get on. We’re late."

The ride south was quiet, too quiet.

The engine’s roar was the only sound between us, a violent heartbeat tearing through the silent night. I clung to Landon, my arms wrapped around his torso, my cheek pressed against the cold, leather of his jacket.

The wind screamed