Chapter Sixty-Nine
Three weeks had passed since the rumbling engines of the pack had faded into the morning mist, leaving the compound behind. The days had settled into a quiet, predictable rhythm that was only made bearable by Lisa’s constant presence. Every day, I divided my time between the wooden counters of the bar and the oil-stained floors of the back garage.
With Lisa around, the other girls in the club left me alone. Clara still glared at me from across the courtyard, but she never stepped close enough to whisper her cruel remarks. Lisa had made it very clear that she wouldn’t tolerate anyone picking on me, and in a place like the Iron Reapers compound, having a respected mechanic as a protector was almost as good as having a patch.
But despite the comfort of my new friendship,
