The roar of James's motorcycle engine vibrated through my body as we sped away from the parking lot. I clung tightly to his waist, my eyes burning with the image of Julian and Natalie kissing in his car. James had insisted we take his motorcycle instead of his truck, claiming the wind might help clear my mind.
He was right. The rush of air against my face felt cleansing, almost like it was blowing away the cobwebs of pain that had settled over me since Violet's death.
"You okay back there?" James called over his shoulder, his voice nearly lost in the wind.
"Keep going!" I shouted back, tightening my grip around his waist.
The motorcycle slowed at a red light, and I made the mistake of looking to my left. Julian's black SUV had pulled up beside us, and through the window, I could see his amber eyes locked on me. The moment he registered it was me on the back of James's bike, his expression transformed from surprise to pure rage.
