Cassian noticed the reflection in the rearview mirror first. A persistent motorcycle, behind him, accelerating without fear. He frowned, gripped the wheel tight. "What the hell does this crazy woman want? Is she gonna try to rob me?" he grumbled, tone loaded with irritation. Each curve was calculated, each acceleration an attempt to shake off the feeling of being followed. But the motorcycle didn't give up. Each crack of his engine increased the tension.

Ivy, on the other hand, felt ...