The ride ended in a narrow alleyway behind a row of old brick buildings. Rainwater splashed beneath the tires as Jonathan finally slowed the bike to a stop.
The engine died down with a low rumble.
“We’re here,” Jonathan said, his voice rough from the cold air and rain. Lucy slowly climbed off the bike, but the moment her feet touched the ground, her knees almost gave out beneath her.
The cold had completely drained her strength. Jonathan caught her immediately by the elbow before she could fall.
“Easy,” he muttered softly.
Lucy’s cheeks flushed slightly from embarrassment. “I’m okay.”
Jonathan looked at her soaked figure for a second before giving her a look that clearly said she was lying.
Without another word, he guided her through the narrow alley toward a dark steel door hidden
