Chapter Twenty-Two
They were going fast.
Really fast.
The thing with bikes is that you always feel the speed, even though it might be lower than a car cruising at a residential road.
Of course, they were now swerving through traffic as if it had been frozen in place.
Aura grabbed onto Orosa for dear life. “Can we go any slower? Subsonic would be fine.”
“Can’t. I need to make it in time, we’re too far away. We are going to Deinomache,” Orosa said underlining the name. “We don’t pick our own names, others do.”
“Deinom… Ah!” Aura said while holding on to the tiny sss so she wouldn’t get splattered all over the asphalt. At that point she instantly regretted her refusal to the salesman about buying all of the rider protector gear in a nifty package. “Means fierce warrior. Got it.”
Orosa
