Chapter 33. Night Run

She didn’t look back. She didn’t need to. The Ravens’ headlights were already swelling in the mirrors—white, sharp, multiplying into a wall of teeth.

“Go!” she screamed, voice shredding against the wind.

The Crownless surged. Battered bikes snarled, frames rattling like skeletons, riders clinging to saddles with blood-streaked hands. Some engines coughed smoke, but not one of them eased.

Kenzie pulled up alongside, hair a tangled snarl, grin wicked. “Told you, ghost girl. Ravens don’t roost. They hunt.”

Riven gritted her teeth. “Then we don’t let them feast.”

Kenzie barked a laugh, chain dangling. “Good answer.”

Behind them, Axel kept close. His sleeve was soaked through, his jaw clenched, his face white under soot and blood. Every turn of the throttle dragged at his body, but he refused to let go.

Riven’s chest tightened. She wanted to steady him, but there was no steadying—not with the Ravens closing like wolves on the scent.

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