The rain began falling in heavy, rhythmic sheets, washing the soot and concrete dust from my face as I stared at the glowing phone screen. The image of the burning transport van reflected in my eyes, a distorted halo of orange and red.
Beside me, Lucian stood completely still. The man who had just navigated a motorcycle across a construction crane at a thousand feet looked paralyzed. The phone lay in the dirt between us, blinking against the raindrops, displaying the face of the woman he had mourned for six long years.
"It's a trick," I said, my voice shaking as I pushed myself up from the wet concrete. My hands instinctively sought my stomach, guarding the chaotic secret growing inside me. "Nora orchestrated this. She used your grief against you."
"Nora doesn't know the Hells Angels' c
