The black motorcycle roared down the highway, speeding like a shadow in the night, barely a blur as it shot past.

Celeste's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing just as fast as the machine beneath her.

She knew Arlo too well by now. Whether it was his secret dealings in the black market or the way he had started hiding things from her, it was painfully clear: the Arlo she once knew was long gone.

As she tore through the darkened roads, retracing the route back toward ...