*Tommy*
The roar of the engine fills my ears as I grip the handlebars, the wind whipping at my face. Every rev of the bike feels like a countdown, each second building the weight of dread in my chest. LZ rides beside me, his expression as grim as mine. I can’t get my imagined image of Dylan’s determined face out of my mind… the way she’d brushed off my concern, insisting she could handle herself.
“I can’t believe she’d do something so reckless,” I mutter, my voice barely audible over the noise. “What the hell was she thinking?”
“She’s stubborn, you know that,” LZ replies, his tone sharp, but the worry in his eyes is undeniable. “We’ll find her. We just need to stay calm.”
I shake my head, fury bubbling beneath the surface. Calm? How can I be calm when she’s out there with Sinclair? Th
