Chapter Six
AMANDA
Malachai didn’t bother giving me the details of why he wasn’t excited about heading to The Arrow Tavern. In the middle of the afternoon, we rode through the streets of Steelbarrow toward another biker bar. From the outside, it didn’t look much different from the rest. Malachai parked his ride alongside the rest of them. If he was hesitant before, he looked more determined now.
“You sure you don’t wanna tell me what this is all about?” I said.
Malachai paused for a moment, looking down at the ground like he was trying to find the right answer.
“The Fallen… There’s some tension with them and us.”
“Why’s that?”
“I don’t know why. ”
“Maybe you should step outside and let me handle this—”
“No. It’s not that bad. From what I understand, the Fallen and the Infidels are
