chapter 54

Kian’s declaration snaps me out of my daze—both the lingering arousal and the fuzziness in my head from the crash. The poison pain has faded again, but that attack did feel stronger and more intense than the first. It didn’t last as long, but it felt like I was dying.

That alone makes me fear that Kian may be right.

“Potion isn’t going to do us any good if it shattered during the crash,” I point out, a sick feeling settling in my stomach.

Kian’s brow arches. “Come again?”

“The potion. It was in my trunk. And that was…” I wave a hand, indicating the road and the crash. “That was a big boom.”

“Fuck,” he growls, then stalks away from us back toward my bike.

While Frost was coaching me through shifting, Kian must have walked down the road and retrieved my Ducati. It sits on the embankment behind their bikes, upright and with a working kickstand, but absolutely savaged by the wreck.

Kian rips open the internal trunk with a bit more force than necessary, then digs around in my things before