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on was already wide open when I r

ped down to raw matte-black steel with ape-hanger bars and open exhaust pipes, sat idling in a protective perimeter. The exhaust fumes-heavy with t

-250 Super Duty, its windows tinted opaque black, i

rcycle Club was displayed with lethal pride-the top rocker curved with the club name, the center patch showing a grinning, hooded Grim Reaper clutching a

rporate day jobs. These were outlaws who

lead bike was already walking up

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reaper tattoo crawling up his throat like a collar of death. His leather Cut was worn, cracked with years of highway miles and dried rain, the silver skull snaps gleaming dull in t

trembling at his sides, flanked by Eleanor, who loo

dded against the hardwood as he crossed the threshold, his cold, dead eyes sweeping th

s like grinding gravel, cutting t

managed to point a shaking finger toward the staircas

s head. His eyes

of luggage. His gaze lingered on my posture-stiff, balanced, perfectly upright despite the

n eyebrow raised slightly ben

shadow completely swallowed me. The scent of l

ead-eyed stare without blinking. "The Rom

my shoulder at Gregory, then at the shattered sco

aid, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous r

the local anesthetic and the combat stimulant cour

of Cipher's scarred mouth. "Good. Because th

toward the waiting truck with a f

tepping out of the Roman mansion and into the bright, blinding sunlight of the driveway,