I hopped behind Liam on the motorcycle. My fingers gripped his leather jacket, which had been cleaned up since the battle. The bikes revved to life behind us. Liam growled something, then grabbed my hand and pushed it tighter to his side. His muscles were solid beneath the leather.

We rode into the fading light of the sun. By the time we reached the safe house, my stomach was rumbling with hunger. There was no way I could eat anything right now, but it insisted that it was ...