Claimed By The Alpha Biker
“You broke into the pack's garage at night—no sorry, you broke into Felix's apartment first, stole the keys of the garage from there, then you stole a bike from there. One of the bikes that will be used for the tournaments?"
“I prefer to think of it as liberating the poor, neglected machines.”
I groaned. “And you came here to drag me into your crime spree?”
“Exactly.”
“Kara—” I started again, but she cut me off with a look.
“Oh, come on! Don’t give me that ‘responsible’ face. You know you want to.” She leaned closer, her tone playful. “When was the last time you did something fun? You’re always training, fighting, sulking, or chasing mysterious desert men.”