CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

ORLA

The half moon sat in the sky. It looked down on us as we moved through the night.

I didn’t know where Ryker was taking me, but I knew that he wouldn’t try to kill me so soon.

Saint Terrir was bordered by a thickness of large trees and green plants on one side, and a sparkling clear river on the other. I knew this because my dad made it his duty to take Ophelia and I outside of our house at any chance he could get. We’d go on these long trips where he’d tell us the history of different places in Saint Terrir.

From the directions that I observed, I still couldn’t get a good read on where we were headed. So I let the wind whip about my face and blow my hair in different directions.

More out of fear of falling off and dying, I gripped Ryker’s torso with all the strength I had. I still couldn't understand why he insisted on using a death trap of a motorcycle for his movement. Perhaps it was to keep up with his ‘hot boy’ image. Or maybe he liked living on the edge.

When I had the menta