Grayson reached forward with one long, elegant hand and turned the key in the ignition.
The heavy motorcycle roared to life with a deep, thunderous hum that vibrated straight through the leather seat, echoing off the concrete walls of the underground garage. The sound was wild and electric, making Mailah's heart jump into her throat.
"Grayson!" Mailah gasped, her fingers tightening around his wrists over the handlebars. "Are we actually going somewhere?"
Grayson tilted his head, a dark, dangerously handsome smirk spreading across his lips. His blue eyes glinted in the dim garage light with playful mischief. "Did you think I brought this machine out of the darkness merely to sit in a basement, my love? Memory demands action. And my heart demands that I take you back to that place."
