POV: Sophie
The rumble of the bike still buzzed in my veins long after Cass and I had returned to the clubhouse. The freedom of the ride, the rush of wind against my skin—it was like a switch had been flipped inside me. The uncertainty, the fear of being lost in this world, it all felt smaller now. Cass had shown me something I hadn’t realized I needed: my own strength. And for the first time since I’d arrived, I didn’t feel like I was suffocating under Burn’s protection or the weight of Josh’s choices.
I felt… alive. In control.
Cass had dropped me off outside the clubhouse with a parting nod, as if to say, “You’re ready for this now.” And maybe I was. Maybe I was more ready than I had ever been.
As I stepped back inside, the low hum of conversation and the scent of cigarettes and lea
