Damien
The rain was freezing and hit my face as I sped through the empty streets of the lower city.
My V-twin engine roared, echoing off the brick walls of the empty warehouses.
Usually, the vibration of the bike comforted me. But tonight, every bump in the cracked road sent sharp pain through my broken ribs.
Under my soaked black t-shirt, my chest burned. The black ink Kael had carved over my heart felt like an open wound.
I was cold, bleeding, and completely alone. For ten years, the leather cut on my shoulders had been my armor. Without it, the cold night air felt like knives against my skin.
Suddenly, a blinding glare of high beams showed up in my rearview mirrors.
I downshifted, the bike growling as I took a sharp turn onto an industrial access road.
The headlights stayed ri
