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He is talking quietly to Hyde now. Not watching me.

Or trying very hard not to.

Trixie nudges my arm. “For what it's worth, I would've kicked his ass harder if I'd known.”

“You did pretty well.”

“I have standards.”

“So I've heard.”

She smiles, then walks away.

I turn toward the open garage door.

Hyde says my name.

I stop.

He is holding a folder.

“CSI found some more stuff tied to the Ravenfork breach.”

My stomach tightens.

“What?”

Bitter turns toward Hyde before I can take another step.

“Ask her if she wants it.”

Hyde blinks. “What?”

“The details.”

Bitter glances at me. “They're about Razor. Her motel. Her car. Pictures. If she doesn't want to hear it in a garage full of people, don't tell her in a garage full of people.”

The room goes quiet again.

Hyde looks at me.

“Do you want the details?”

My chest tightens for an entirely different reason.

“No.”

Hyde closes the folder.

“Okay.”

That's it.

The president of the Grave Prowlers MC closes the damn folder because I said no.

Bitter does not look pleased with himself. Does not smirk. Does not give me that see, I learned expression.

He simply turns back toward Hyde.