Chapter 445
- Malix laughs, and Frost punches him in the arm.
- Kian kicks up the stand on a newer-looking Honda and hitches his leg over the black bench seat. His gold-ringed gaze latches on to me as he slides forward, opening up a space behind him. “Get on.”
- My eyebrows shoot up. “You have to be kidding. I’m not riding with you halfway across the fucking state.”