Chapter 192
- ZETIAN'S POV
- The night air bit at my skin as I tightened my grip on the motorcycle handles. David’s old bike rattled beneath me, but it was freedom on two wheels. After a quick change of clothes—dark jeans, leather jacket, hair tied up—I was racing toward the Luciano old residence, heart hammering faster than the engine.
- Henry’s advice echoed in my head: “Come by the back gate. Less eyes there.”