Chapter 6
I held on tight and completely forgot, for fifteen glorious minutes, that I was supposed to nab the Kingmaker. Didn’t think about the possibility of sliding the sword out of its sheath and rolling off the side of the motorcycle, using my borrowed leather clothing and thick helmet to protect me from road rash as I spun away into the darkness.
Instead, I pressed that helmet up against Ryder’s back and inhaled his scent until I knew it as well as my own. Soaked up his warmth until the heat filled a hole in my stomach I hadn’t realized was empty. Drifted in his wind shadow and thought about nothing except where I was right then.
Only vaguely did I notice our surroundings. At night, the road between the river and our destination was one long expanse of forested darkness. The air wa
