Lara settled behind Logan on the off-road trike just as the engine roared to life beneath them—low, powerful, vibrating through steel and bone.
It wasn't just a vehicle.
It felt like a beast straining against its leash.
She had dressed simply.
A plain white shirt clung lightly to her frame. Faded blue denim jeans hugged her legs, practical and unremarkable. A white cap was pulled low, its brim shadowing her features, while oversized sunglasses concealed a third of her face.
Anyone looking would see nothing special.
Just another visitor on the site.
And yet there was something about her presence that refused to blend in.
A kind of stillness and quiet authority. Like she carried a world no one else could see.
"Hold on," Logan called over his shoulder, his voice barely cutting through the growl of the engine.
Then—
They launched forward.
