I sat behind Liam on his motorcycle. I didn't know much about motorcycles brands, but this one was black and thick. It must have weighed a thousand pounds. I held on to his leather jacket as an army of ten men escorted me back to the Ardor Bar.

We pulled into the parking lot. The bikes settled in around us, each cutting their engines until it was silent. The men dismounted their bikes but waited for me. I swung off and waited for Liam.

He turned to my waiting gaze. "I feel like ...