Run Riot (State of Grace #1)

I was having a good dream.

I was racing someone I couldn’t quite see on loud as fuck motorbikes we’d acquired somewhere, heading west on the quiet winding roads that led to Devil’s Den. The adrenaline rush was better than any high, making my limbs shake with pent-up energy.

The black cloud that followed me around every day of my life was gone. The numbness had cleared. I felt each swoop of my stomach as I went over a particularly steep drop, the burn against my palms as I gripped the handlebars harder, pushing for more speed.

Whoever I was racing was gaining on me, but I couldn’t turn my head to see them. They laughed, and it was a familiar sound. I knew this person.