Ghost POV
The moment the bike cuts out beneath me, I hear the music pulsing through the clubhouse walls. Bass shaking the air, people already inside. I’m late, by choice. The others set off ahead of me, but I needed the silence. I needed the ride. Something about wind and asphalt keeps my demons quiet.
Knox is outside, leaning against the wall like his spine’s too heavy to hold upright. He doesn’t look at me as I walk up, but his jaw’s tight, his arms folded like he’s holding himself together with tension alone.
“You good?” I ask, slow and even.
He shrugs, but it’s sharp. Not careless, but controlled fury leaking through a mask. I know the type.
“What happened?” I press.
“I get back,” he snaps, motioning toward a new bike parked close by. “Ask where she is. Echo tells me I just passe
