Haru’s heart leapt to her throat. She knew that sound. That deep, menacing rumble belonged to one bike alone—the beast of iron and chrome that marked him.
Devil.
The Highway Demons fighting tooth and nail against the swarm of Vultures seemed to gain new life. Cheers ripped from their throats as they realized who was arriving. Even as blood streamed down their arms and knives flashed under the broken streetlights, their eyes burned with renewed fire.
Reid’s men cursed, some stumbling back in disbelief, but others sneered, gripping their chains and bats tighter.
And then he appeared.
Devil’s bike barreled into the scene, monstrous and unyielding, its headlamp a white-hot eye cutting through the smoke of burning tires and gunpowder. He swung the beast sideways, braking hard, skidding acr
