CHAPTER 83
NOVA'S POV
I wrap my hands tighter around the handlebars. My leather gloves are soaked through. There is no way I am not getting new gloves. My hands are starting to get more calloused than they should be. What the hell happened to my soft palms?
Well, Cassian and his pack happened.
Rainwater drips from the ends of my hair, slides down my neck, and disappears beneath my jacket as the motorcycle limps through the muddy trail with a sound that can only be described as mechanical suffering.
Behind me, Cassian's bike coughs once, then dies. Completely.
I look over my shoulder just in time to see him come to a stop. The silence that follows is louder than any engine.
"You've got to be kidding me." He swears under his breath, right behind me.
Cassian removes his helmet with ob
