If someone had told me I’d be flying through the winding back roads on the back of a ridiculously hot guy’s motorcycle today, I would’ve laughed in their face. 

And yet... here I was. Clutching Alexander’s back like he was the only thing tethering me on earth. The wind was wild, my hair was a mess under the helmet, and I couldn’t stop grinning behind the visor. 

But it was where we stopped that got me. 

“Is this...” I pulled the helmet off and blinked at the large iron gate ...