Chapter 10 10

Kendra

Simon had his helmet on, flashing a two-finger salute.

I circled my fists. A middle finger would be wasted on a dumb prick like him.

“Slow down, would ya?” His muffled voice called.

I stopped, turned to face him. “What do you want, Simon?”

He removed his helmet, dirt-blond hair was nearl...

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