“What’s the difference,” I asked.
Before he could give me an answer.
I grabbed my helmet again.
“I’m going for a ride,” I said
“Where,” Jax asked.
“Home.”
Elijah smirked slightly.
“You mean Mara’s house.”
I didn’t correct him.
The ride felt longer than usual.
Not because of traffic.
Because my brain wouldn’t shut up.
Elijah’s words kept replaying.
Love is leverage.
He wasn’t wrong.
But he was missing something.
Leverage worked both ways.
If someone threatened Mara or Lily…
Silas would learn exactly how dangerous leverage could be.
The porch light was on when I pulled into the driveway.
A Warm yellow glow.
I killed the engine and walked up the steps.
Before I could knock, the door swung open.
Mara stood there holding a wooden spoon.
“You smell like gasoline,” she sai
