Riding on a motorcycle through the city was the equivalent of sky diving without a parachute, at least with Loki driving.

I kept one hand in my lap to keep my dress from flying up. Of course, that meant I only had one arm to hold onto him.

Leaning against his back for added support, I wrapped my arm as far around his stomach as I could, clinging for dear life.

Every time he swerved the bike around a car or took a corner, I was sure we’d topple over.

My entire ...