Hidden Hearts
They revved the engine once—sharp, decisive.
Inside, the world was on fire. Cass twisted against her attacker, her breath ragged, muscles screaming. The pipe hovered mid-swing, halted only by Leo’s sudden, brutal intervention, his hand clamping down on the man’s wrist before it could land. Metal clanged against concrete as the weapon tumbled away.
The rider dismounted. Boots crunched against gravel, steady and unhurried, closing the gap toward the warehouse door. Their shadow stretched long beneath the orange streetlight, merging with the darkness waiting inside.
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