The morning after the peace pact felt unreal.The clubhouse was quiet, at least long enough for everyone to remember they were human.Ashley woke before the sun.Not because she couldn’t sleep… but because for the first time in a long time, her mind wasn’t drowning in fear.She pulled on jeans, tied her hair up, and slipped out of Nolan’s room without waking him. He slept, finally free of a burden he had carried for years. She pressed a quick kiss to his jaw before leaving.Outside, the cold nipped at her skin. A few bikers still slept drunkenly around the dying fire. Someone snored loudly. Ace was face-down on a picnic table, one boot missing. Jax was awake—he always was—sharpening a blade by the steps. He didn’t look up. “You are up early.”“Could say the same about you,” Ashley replied.“You could,” he said, flipping the knife in one hand. “You would still be wrong.”She smirked. But when she turned toward her bike, Jax finally lifted his gaze.“Where are you going?”Ashley swung
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