KIDNAPPED BY MY BIKER OBSESSION
But as one week turned into ten days, the immediate fear began to settle into a low, constant hum.
Jax’s knife wound had closed into a raised, angry scar. He still favored his side when he moved, but he could walk without limping. His burns had faded to pink, sensitive skin. Lena could walk the length of the compound with only a slight limp, though she tired quickly. Hazel threw herself into the garage, modifying motorcycles and mixing chemicals, trying to outrun the memory of the man she had killed.
Nightmares still came.
On the eighth night, Hazel woke screaming, clawing at the air. In the dream, the Reaper’s eyes wouldn’t close. They stared at her while blood poured from his chest.
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