A motorcycle came to a stop a few yards ahead of him. Lash couldn’t tell who the rider was with the helmet still on. He turned around to make sure that Naomi was still in the car and wished there was more distance between them. Without his full powers, he didn’t know how long he could hold the attacker off.
The rider sat on the bike, arms folded over his chest, waiting for Lash. As he grew closer, the black helmet tilted to the side.
What’s he doing?
What’s he doing?The rider pulled off his helmet, and a familiar face beamed. “Doing a little sightseeing?”
“Jeremy.” He let out a sigh of relief. “What are you doing here—and in your human form?”
“I come bearing gifts.” He jumped off and took out a red gas can from a saddlebag hanging on the bike. “I figure you’ll be needing this.”
“How
