Raine's POV
The rain was still coming down in sheets, soaking through my clothes in seconds. I gunned it, weaving through the streets of New Orleans as though I was being chased.
The speedometer climbed from forty to fifty. Then sixty to seventy.
I leaned into the turns, felt the bike skid slightly on the wet pavement, and pushed it harder. The rain stung my face, but it felt good and real. This was what I needed to forget the mess that was my life.
I thought about that guy from earlier, the Revenant VP. I'd given him my bike to get out of there before my dad murdered him. My precious bike. And yeah, okay, maybe part of me had given him that bike because I wanted to see him again. Which was insane. He was older, way older, and he was a Revenant. My dad's enemy. Everything about him w
