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I’ any more time "Call this in and I’ll tail them to make sure they leave town We both know Eli won’t allow Emily anywhere near Kentucky if the Riot’s become a probleht coine with a curse and pulls out his phone Eot e"

I flash hi up insideout "Sunday stroll, brother All friendly"

"There’s nothing friendly about you," Oz says in that way I hate It’s part joke, part sympathy It’s part truth, too I twist the throttle, pick up h my hair and hts e ht to hell The needle reaches fifty, sixty, seventy Each new speed makes the blood pump faster

The front wheel of my bike catches air off an uneven hill over the intersection I’, but it’s not with the down my neck

"It’s okay, baby" Moers from her hands "I’ll always be with you"

I pass over another intersection,beneath me I hit a patch of cold air and my skin prickles Is she here with me? Because it doesn’t feel like it Instead, it feels lonely So lonely it hurts

A tight right turn, a twist of the throttle again, then I brake so quickly I have to sla out Five headlights blind me and tires squeal as two of the bikes come to a stop

Three bikes fly by, and as I whip my head to see which way the Riot is headed, I spot the Terror patch

"You, boy, are in a ton of trouble"

My head lowers at the sound of the gravel voice It’s Cyrus, the president of the Terror, and I got caught disobeying a direct order

Breanna

"THIS IS GOING to be the best night of our lives," announces Reagan Addison sits at the desk in front of an’s to the left of Addison