Alessandro is sitting in the waiting room at the other side of a long hallway, but he stands up when he sees me coming.
I stop, face him, and look up. “Can I get another self-defense lesson tomorrow morning?”
Alessandro’s eyes narrow. He watches me for a few beats and then slowly nods.
Alessandro
We exit the hospital and head toward my car when a biker driving way too fast through the parking lot stops just a few yards in front of us. His bike is completely black, except for the prominent design on its body panel—a white skull with a thick cross over the forehead. f**k. I grab Ravenna’s wrist and pull her behind me.
“Do not move,” I say, keeping the biker in my sight. “Confirm that you understand, Ravenna.”
Silence stretches for a few moments before she replies, “Yes.”
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