Page 124 of Harley & Her Ferals

He protected River.

Yet it feels like he’s playing a game that I don’t know about.

He’s as wary of me, as I am of him.

How do I get him to truly talk to me?

Then a thought strikes me.

I stroll back to my motorcycle, scooping up my helmet from the floor and slipping it on. “Want to race, Wolf? I haven’t tried out the new track yet.”

Harbinger revs his engine. “Want to lose again, Kitten?”

I hide my smile underneath my helmet.

Harbinger won’t know that no one in the Underworld has beaten me in a race around the tunnels.

Harbinger didn’t play fair in the octagon. I’m fine with playing dirty now, if it means finding out the truth about this man who was worked his way into my heart.

But I need to work out how best to protect all my pack.

“Cocky.” I swing my leg over my Harley, turning it back on. “Want to add some stakes?”

Harbinger slides on his helmet. “Winner fucks the loser over their bike…?”

My mouth drops open.

Did he seriously just say that?

Is he joking?

It’s hard to tell with him.

I’ve never wanted to say yes so much to a fantasy in my life. But should I give in to the temptation?

“Ehm…” I hedge. “I was thinking more like the winner gets to ask the loser three questions, which the loser has to answer.”

“Boring. But accepted.” Harbinger turns his bike, before glancing over his shoulder. “See you at the finish line, little Kitty.”

I narrow my eyes.

I’m going to be the one who asks those questions.

Then I’ll find out Harbinger’s real name. What he owes Vinnie that led to him being dragged down to the Underworld. And what his escape scheme is.

I smirk, speeding off at the same time as Harbinger into the tunnel that leads to the start of the race track.

I’m shocked at how fast Harbinger is.

Shit, he’s good.

He’s better than any of the other bikers.

How is he this talented?

This is going to be hard.

Everything is focused and narrowed down to the looping track ahead of me. I accelerate smoothly, allowing the powerful engine to do the work.

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