Avery:
Cruz revved the bike, the low growl curling through the compound like a challenge.
He didn’t look back at first, just said it like a question he already knew the answer to.
“Coming, mi reina?”
The corners of my mouth lifted before I even realized it.
“Always.”
He finally turned his head, helmet in one hand, eyes cutting through the fading light like a blade. I stepped up and he reached out instinctively, fingers brushing hair back from my face before he slid the helmet over my head with the kind of care you don’t expect from a man who can kill without blinking.
He fastened the strap under my chin like he’d done it a hundred times.
Gentle. Precise. Worshipful.
I didn’t need to say anything. We were past words now. Past doubts.
We rode into the night like two shadows fused t
