The Angel in Leather Who Laid Down Beside My Screaming Son!

with cautious curiosity, as if his mind had sorted it into a different category entirely: not danger, but pattern.

Bear asked if we wanted to step outside.

Not insistently. Just as an option.

Out by the motorcycle, Marcus changed even more. He reached out and touched the metal carefully, tracing its lines with a focus I had not seen in weeks. And then,continue reading …