Stone turned his head back slightly to check on me, his dark eyes softening as he saw my arms locked secure around his ribs. He twisted the throttle hard, and his motorcycle lunged forward, tearing out of the gravel campground and back onto the open, endless highway.
The rest of the Iron Reapers followed right behind us in a tight, perfectly synchronized formation, a sea of black leather and chrome moving fast down the asphalt. The tension from the morning was still lingering in the air, but the sheer speed of the ride quickly washed away the heavy thoughts from my mind.
Raven was riding near the back of the line today, completely stripped of her proud position near the front as a silent punishment for her lies. Siren and her Shadow Vipers were riding a few paces behind us, keeping a wat
