Riley POV
My mouth dropped open. My eyes began to shine. Before either of them could stop me, I was touching them, my face etched in concentration. They were all so beautiful, so shiny. I could feel my heart racing inside my chest as Grandfather and Damien watched with knowing smirks on their faces. This was, by far, the best place in the world they could have taken me.
A motorcycle shop. There were so many to choose from. I ran my hand over one that was a crimson red, eyeing how it gleamed in the sunlight, how it almost begged me to sit on it.
"I take it you know how to ride one?" my grandfather arched a brow as I shot him a grin.
"Oh yeah," I purred, "trust me, I can handle this."
"I had a feeling," he said dryly, "you don't seem the type to want a car."
"You know me well," I br
