Chapter 11 The Line Between Fire and Fear

(Zuri’s POV)

The night smells like gasoline and metal.

Even with the windows rolled up, I can taste it — smoke that doesn’t belong to the living.

Amani hasn’t said a word since we left the clubhouse. The rumble of his bike follows behind the truck, low and steady, like thunder stalking a storm. Wh...

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