Elizabeth King
Stepping into the garage, Azrael went straight to his bike, getting on before looking over at her. Crossing his arms over his chest, he narrowed his eyes at her like he was expecting something.
"What?" Turning toward him, her hands on her hips and her eyebrow raised.
"Get on," he gestured to the back of his bike.
"No and you won't be riding that," Turning away from him, she continued heading to the other side of the garage.
"Why not?"
"Too loud, we are going to take my car," On the other end of her garage housed a small black Genesis G90 and another car covered completely by thick black sheet.
Walking over to a metal box on the wall, she punched in a code, opening the small door and grabbing a set of keys. Turning around, she moved in a blur, caging his wrist bef
