The SUVs came fast way .The kind of speed that meant trouble. The kind of speed that made my stomach drop straight into my knees.
“Oh my God…” I whispered, but it came out so thin I barely heard myself.
Zayden didn’t flinch. Didn’t panic. Didn’t even look surprised. He just straightened like some switch inside him flipped from “annoyed biker” to something darker calm in a way that made my nerves spike.
“Vivienne,” he said again, low and sharp. “Behind the bike. Now.”
“I....why? What’s happening?”
“Don’t argue,” he growled.
I jumped at his tone and scrambled behind the bike, my hands shaking like crazy. The gravel felt sharp under my slippers, and my robe was fluttering around my legs like it wanted to betray me and run away.
The SUVs pulled up so sudd
