[Elena's POV]
"Focus, piccola (little thing)," he growled into my ear, his large hands overlapping mine on the handlebars. "Unless you want to end up as a permanent fixture on this asphalt."
"So, are they mortal enemies? Blood feud type of thing?" I screamed to be heard over the engine's howl.
"Something like that!" Noah's voice was steady, a chilling contrast to the chaos behind us.
"Okay, so hypothetically..." My heart was hammering against my ribs, keeping pace with the speedometer. "If they catch us and I pretend I've never seen you before in my life, do you think they'll let me go? My mom has surgery next Friday, Noah. I can't die today!"
Instead of answering, Noah leaned forward. I felt the sharp sting of his teeth on my earlobe.
"Ow! What the hell?"
"You heartless little thin
