Cordelia was now standing outside the Highway Demons’ compound gate, trying to breathe past the storm in her chest.
The sound of laughter and music drifted from inside. The scent of grilled meat and smoke carried on the breeze, tugging her forward. She could hear engines cooling in the yard, the familiar ticking of metal after a ride.
Her palms were sweaty around her bag strap.
She reminded herself: smile. Keep your voice steady. Don’t let anyone guess.
The heavy gate creaked open before she could knock. It was Ash.
He leaned one shoulder against the frame, expression blank as always, but the tips of his ears were flushed crimson. She noticed it right away—just like Violet said.
“Uh… hi,” Cordelia managed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Ash gave a small nod. “You came.” Hi
