Claimed by the Rogue Brother
"And we have the truth. That's more dangerous than an army."
We dragged the bikes to the edge of the hangar’s loading ramp. Below us, the Arctic sea was a graveyard of broken ice and dark water. The mainland was a purple smudge on the horizon, miles away.
I climbed onto the back of the largest bike, a massive beast of a machine that smelled of Lucian’s pine-scented oil. He climbed on in front of me, his back a solid wall of protection.
"Hold on, little bird," he whispered.
I wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my face into his shoulder. As the engines roared to life, I felt the Blood Vow hum. We weren't just a bride and a rogue anymore. We were the storm that was coming for the man wh
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