“Kyrie,” Nathan whispered again. He revved the engine of his bike. The spell broke. Struggling to keep my feet from sliding out beneath me, I rushed to Nate and leapt on the back of the bike. I’d barely locked my arms around his waist when he took off, spraying the Mustang with a cloud of dust and gravel.
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