Riley POV
I stop in front of the pack house, turning off the engine and climbing off the bike. Damien pulls up behind me, looking disgruntled as I whip off my helmet and place it carefully down.
"No fair," Damien pouts, his eyes twinkling, "you didn't tell me how good you were."
I grinned. "You didn't ask. Now bow," I said, gesturing at him as he sighs and rolls his eyes, obeying me with a devilish grin.
He bows. "Oh, great one, I bow to your superiorness."
I snort. He straightens up just as Grandfather pulls up, his eyes flashing with anger. Damien and I shoot each other a look and then turn around with innocent eyes as he storms up to us.
"Are you both insane?" he growled, "You both could have been killed! Good driving, but Riley," he added as Damien gaped at his father, looking
