[Elena's POV]

"Focus, piccola (little thing)," he growled into my ear, his large hands overlapping mine on the handlebars. "Unless you want to end up as a permanent fixture on this asphalt."

"So, are they mortal enemies? Blood feud type of thing?" I screamed to be heard over the engine's howl.

"Something like that!" Noah's voice was steady, a chilling contrast to the chaos behind us.

"Okay, so hypothetically..." My heart was hammering against my ribs, keeping pace with the speedometer. "If they ...