Ella's POV
Nathan rested his head against the crook of my neck and rubbed it lightly. "Sorry. I don't know you. I only ride with Ella."
Chloe looked thoroughly embarrassed. "But we talked a few years ago—at a banquet! Don't you remember?"
Nathan didn't answer. He just gave a slight shake of his head against my shoulder.
Fearing he might pass out any second, I was both anxious and angry.
"Chloe, lend me your motorcycle," I demanded.
She frowned. "Why? Don't tell me you're planning to ride him there yourself! You don't even know how to ride!"
"Do you want me to pull out my motorcycle license and show you?" I rolled my eyes.
Time was ticking, and I really had no interest in wasting another second arguing with her.
Just then, Damien stepped in front of me.
"I'll take him to the hospi
