Now it was time to suffer the consequences.
* * * **
It was cold tonight.
My breath billowed as I shrugged into my leather jacket and straddled my new Harley. My gloved hands were warm, my uncut feet toasty in my heavy boots.
I no longer had to hurt myself to stay sane.
I had something better.
Pulling out the small bottle, I popped another tablet of the best medicine in the world. I’d taken an extra dose today—just to be sure—and welcomed the familiar blanket over my thoughts.
My heart was a lump of snow, my extremities their usual ice.
I pulled down the black visor on my helmet.
I was no longer human but a black shadow.
The Grim Reaper.
A Hawk about to steal what was rightfully mine.
I left at midnight.
Leaving Hawksridge behind and driving at crazy speeds from Buckinghamshire to London, I counted the minutes until she’d be mine again.
I doubted she’d planned on this when she’d texted me last night. I couldn’t wait to see her face and for her to finally understand what’d changed in the month we’d spent apart.
There were three of us on the road.
Me, Kes, and Flaw.
They flanked me and had my back—just in case the Weavers got any ideas. After all, we’d bided our time to make them complacent, but I wouldn’t underestimate them again. Not after the sneaky fuck up Vaughn had created.
The entire journey, I thought about Nila’s text messages.
I grew hard again, knowing that soon she would belong to me and I could once again prove to my father that his leniency toward me was justified.
Nila was nothing to me. Not anymore.
Time flew as we tore through the night with a roar of engines and smoke. The smell of gasoline filled my nostrils.
I was high on octane, and soon I would be high on thievery.
I was stealing what was rightfully mine.
I was claiming her, exterminating her.
Her fate was mine. There was never any other way. No alternative ending.
She was a Weaver.
I was a Hawk.
This is it.
I was outside her house.
