I’d forgotten the taste of freedom.
Until it was melting in my mouth, dancing in my hair, and staring me in the eye.
My grip on the bike handle tightened, my heart racing as the streets blurred by — I could hear my pulse dancing, louder than the wind singing in my ears.
This was it. This was the feeling of floating over water, flying in the wind — existing in the best way possible.
From the side mirror, my gaze caught Aiden’s green eyes staring at me. His eyes were locked on me, a small smile dancing on his thin lips.
I bit inside my cheek and sped down the street, recalling the first time I saw Cattie.
I didn’t get her in some fancy dealership. No, she was alone, in the middle of a scrap shop.
The owner wanted to scrap her parts but I couldn’t let her go. She was abandoned,
