There were two rival women in my life now—Raven back at the compound, and Siren out on the road.
And as I sat close to the fire, wrapped tightly in Stone's heavy leather jacket, the terrifying truth stayed right there in my chest. I was still just the weak civilian outsider who was wearing another man’s patch.
The loud shouting and rough drinking around the bonfires continued long into the dark night, the deep bass of rock music echoing through the tall pine trees. The patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and the Shadow Vipers were huddled together in tight circles, trading old stories of highway runs, past wars, and run-ins with the law.
Stone never left my side for a single second. He sat close to me on a large wooden log near the edge of the fire, his thick, powerful arm locked secur
