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“You’ve got this, Sprite.”

The biker sped up and Nola pulled the trigger.

The man jerked and lost control of his motorcycle.

Knox watched long enough to see him fly off and hit the road. His bike slid the other way and crashed into a delivery truck.

“Yes!” Nola whipped back around and hugged Knox’s back. “I am a badass.”

“You sure are.”

Suddenly, a large, black SUV sped out from the street to the left, right in front of them.

Nola screamed.

Fuck.

Knox yanked the handlebars.

The back wheel of the motorcycle swung out behind them, and the bike skidded. He lost control.

The bike started to tip, and Nola screamed again.

Knox swiveled, grabbed Nola, and leaped off the bike.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.

One second, they were speeding down the street, and the next, they were sailing through the air.

Nola pressed her face to Knox’s chest.

They hit the ground with a jarring thud. Knox landed first, and she landed on top of him. He grunted.

Her eyes popped open, and she saw the motorcycle skid on its side. A car whizzed right past them, tires screeching.

“Knox, are you all right?” she asked breathlessly.

“Fine,” he gritted out. “You?”

She was dazed and couldn’t breathe. She glanced down, expecting to see blood, but everything looked fine. Everything felt fine. “I think I’m all right.”

Knox got up and yanked her to her feet. He patted down her arms.

“I’m okay.” She threw herself at his chest and hugged him. He’d saved her again.

He hugged her back. Then she realized he was looking over her head, his jaw tight.

She turned.

A man was getting out of the SUV.

He straightened his jacket, then looked right at them.

Zolotov. Her blood turned to ice.

“We have to run,” Knox said. “It’s only one block to Sentinel Security.”

She nodded.

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