Chapter 12

Kira

I turned my wrist, revving the engine beneath me. Irene didn’t like when I was late. 

Which was, reasonably… every other day. But that was really Mark’s fault, right?

I felt the wind rustling through my hair. I should have worn my helmet. But the wind was drying my hair. I’d deal with the tangles later.

I was about a mile away from the infirmary when, to my surprise, a motorcyclist pulled out in front of me.

“What the–”

I veered to the side, narrowly missing the curb and having to jump it. 

“WATCH IT!” I roared, fighting to straighten out. His hand flung up at the traffic light above, his