Blaze:
Saint and I rolled up to the house just before the sun kissed the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange, pink, and gold. Our bikes growled down the quiet street, engines purring like loyal beasts beneath us, and I felt something I wasn’t used to feeling after a ride.
Peace.
I cut the engine, and I could hear the distant sound of laughter—high-pitched and genuine—floating from the backyard. Phoenix’s giggles, Shay’s low chuckle, Kat’s bright laugh that still knocked the wind out of me even after all this time.
We stepped off our bikes, Saint slapping me on the back, his usual smirk in place. “Let’s see how the queens of the castle are holding up.”
I nodded, but my attention was already hooked by the sound of Ryder’s babbles, Phoenix’s voice bossing someone around, and Ka
