Rain's POV:
"Come on," he said, his voice a low, gravelly command that cut through the idling thrum of the engine.
He slid back on the leather seat, his boots braced against the frozen earth, creating a gap between his chest and the handlebars.
He patted the space in front of him, his eyes alive with a kind of infectious, manic excitement that made the air around him feel electric.
Something in my belly dropped, a freefall sensation that had nothing to do with me galloping away from the state.
"I'll sit behind," I argued, my voice sounding thin against the sudden, violent roar as he gave the bike a sharp throttle.
"That'll be better. I can hold on."
The sound of the engine was an explosion in the radio silence of the night, a mechanical scream that felt like it was announcing our escape to the entire manor .
