Elena’s POV

The roar of the motorcycle tore through the quiet street, sharp and violent, and in that instant, every scattered thought in my mind was crushed into nothing.

I had never faced something so direct, so ruthless, so undeniably aimed at me.

The sound grew louder, closer, until it felt as though it was right beside me, pressing in from all directions, leaving no room to think, no room to breathe. Instinctively, I stepped back, but my retreat lasted only a second before my back ...