THE RIDE TO WORK TOOK my weary head through rain and sun then ice pellets before I broke through to another dry patch. At least my dizziness seemed to be abating, even if my senses hadn’t returned to full par.
Like they’d all been awaiting my arrival, the heads of all those within eyeshot lifted as I rounded my bike through the gates and parked up behind Dad’s truck. I’d scarcely deadened the engine and swung myself off, when Nate began a storming stride toward me like the human equivalent of a bulldozer.
I tugged my helmet off fast, setting it down on my seat as I lifted a hand to stall his barrage. “Nate, wait—”
He rolled a hand around the back of my neck a fraction shy of bashing into me, and before I could say another word, his iron grip clamped over my nape. The yank of his arm pra
