I gave in. Hands trembling, I put on the helmet and climbed onto the back of the motorcycle. If this worthless life ended today, at least it would be quiet. I grabbed the frame behind me and shut my eyes.
Lucian started the engine. The roar cut through the night like a beast ready to strike.
But he did not move. Instead, he let out a low laugh.
"With the way you're sitting, one turn and you'll be thrown straight off the mountain. By the way, the drop isn't that high. You won't die immediately. Maybe you'll just break a leg and lie there. If something comes to feed on you, you might last a while."
My face turned pale. "Stop lying. I'm not afraid of dying. If you can, then kill me."
"Fine." A cold curve formed at the corner of his lips. He twisted the throttle. The bike shot forward.
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