LEXIE
The next morning came too quickly. I had barely slept, tossing and turning most of the night like my brain refused to clock out. When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I took a quick bath and threw on clean jeans and a simple black top. I looked in the mirror and sighed.
“Looking good, Lexie. Real runway material for the ‘fugitive chic’ collection.”
I was just brushing my hair when a firm knock sounded on the door.
I opened it to find Chaos filling most of the doorway. His storm-gray eyes met mine, calm as ever.
“Morning,” he said, voice low. “Crow’s back. He’s downstairs looking at your bike right now.”
*My heart did a little jump. Finally, some good news in this disaster of a week.*
“Really?” I asked, trying not to sound too excited. “He’s fixing it today?”
Chaos nodded.
