Xander’s POV

My grip on the handlebars tightens, firming up my biceps. Adrenaline bursts in my veins. I twist and release the throttle to rev my bike’s engine as I fly against the wind, moving through rows of cars like I’m invisible.

Headlights flash like a blur, going past me in milliseconds. I keep my eyes ahead, staring through the dark smoke visor of my helmet.

Horns blare, the engine roars noisily beneath me, yet it remains quiet in my head. I put a gloved hand to the zipper of my ...