24JaxI was reminded of storming the castle. Like some knight sent by a king or a queen to rescue the damsel in distress, the princess, the love of my life. Of course, that was little more than a fantastical idea, a little kernel of strange truth buried deep in the back of my mind without any real evidence to back it up.
Every Reaper was here. Our bikes weren’t exactly silent, so we’d had to park a way back and that left a few of my guys in a little bit of a rough shape. Not all of us were at our physical peak. Thunder was taking the short hike to the abandoned house a little rougher than most, his heavy-set frame groaning against the effort, but he didn’t complain. Not even as he huffed and blew out fat breaths.
I’d decided a while ago that I liked Thunder, despite his unattractive appea
