Blood on the Asphalt biker
"We weren't just riders; we were the data-couriers for the first revolution. Dax was my lead scout. My partner. Until he decided he wanted to be a King instead of a soldier."
She leaned into him, her voice a low, intimate purr. "He left the Luna Guard in the middle of a raid on the High-Band. He let the system archive us so he could play at being a hero in the Under-Net. I’ve spent the last ten years in a stasis-loop, Mia. Do you have any idea what that does to a mind?"
"I'm sorry, Sienna," Dax muttered, and the sound of his apology made my stomach turn. The President of the Iron Wolves didn't apologize. Not to a ghost from his past.