( Dominic)

With jukebox playing, pool cues striking, and engines whirring to life in a nearby distance, I relaxed under the apple tree behind my bikers’ pub. It's been my favorite place since I lost my mom. Or rather, it was. Now, I can't get my mind off her.

The thick scent of pipes and cigarettes engulf the air. I reach out for a smoke, and Piper hands me one. He has been lingering around, wearing that brooding look. I know he has a lot to say. I also know it's about Hazel.

Finding a ...