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I’m playing with fire, and I know it, but I can’t stop. I want to see how far I can push him, how much of that control he’s willing to let go.
Kash releases my wrist, stepping back, and I feel the loss of his touch like a punch.
“Go home, Spike,” Kash says, his voice hard again. “This ain’t a game you wanna play.”
I smirk, picking up my board.
“We’ll see about that,biker guy.”
I turn and skate off, the wheels humming against the gravel, but I can feel his eyes on me the whole way.
My heart’s pounding, my body alive with the thrill of it.
Kash is hiding something—maybe he’s that fugitive, maybe not—but I don’t care.
I want him. I want his bike too. And I’m not going to let him spoil my fun on either front.
As I hit the main road, I hear a distant siren, faint but unmistakable.
Police.
My stomach twists, thinking of what those guys at the diner said. Five grand for a tip. If Kash is the guy they’re looking for, this town’s about to get a lot less quiet…
I glance back at the cabin, its dark shape barely visible now.
Whatever Kash is running from, I’m not gonna rat him out.
But I’m not gonna stay away either. Kash is a puzzle I want to solve, and I’ve never been good at leaving things alone. And if he turns out to be a total asshole, then that five grand might suddenly seem a lot more appealing too…
I’m kidding.Maybe.
I skate back toward the pier, the night wrapping around me.
Cresthaven’s always been my cage, but tonight, it feels like something’s shifted.
It’s like Kash rolled into town and cracked the whole place wide open.
Trouble’s my middle name, sure, but I’ve got a feeling Kash is gonna teach me a whole new definition of the word—and sooner rather than later…
Chapter 3
Kash
The day passed quickly. I dozed, went for a walk in the nearby woodland, put myself a few half-hearted exercise routines in the cabin.
Life on the run ain’t exactly a barrel of laughs.
But now it’s night again, and I’m beginning to feel the heat rise up inside me again. I want to get my life back. I want to see the Vipers get what’s coming to them. And I want to get my ass away from here so I can forget about that damn skater boy too.
The cabin’s dark, the only light coming from the moon slipping through the cracks in the blinds. There’s a small lamp in the corner, but the bulb fused the second I turned it on. So, yup, it’s the moonlight for me tonight…
I’m sprawled on the sagging couch, a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table, my burner phone silent beside it. No contact. Nothing. All I can do is trust that Jace and the otherRiders are looking out for me and trying to get me off the hook somehow.
It feels strange knowing that my life is in the hands of other people—quite literally. I feel powerless, and it’s not exactly a comfortable feeling either. I trust my fellow Wolf Riders, there’s no doubt about that. But truth be told I’d much rather be getting my own ass off these charges.
Still, beggars can’t be choosers.
I’m a wanted man, and until something changes that’s just the way it’s gonna stay.
