Evelynn POV
The dawn burns blood-red over the horizon. It was the kind of sunrise that smells like smoke and endings.
Engines growl to life one by one, the sound low and hungry, vibrating through the ground and straight into my bones. The air tastes like metal, oil, and anticipation. My leather jacket sticks to my skin, the scent of last night’s heat still clinging faintly to me. Even after shower.
Rafe sits astride his bike, black and gleaming with dust and claw marks - the kind of machine built for war, not show. Calder adjusts his gloves beside him, quiet, focused, his gaze fixed on the horizon like he can already see the blood waiting there.
For a moment, I hesitate. I don’t have my own bike yet. Maybe after this fight, if there’s an “after.” For now, I move toward Rafe. His eyes m
