Vrooom!
Two motorcycles tore through New York's streets like missiles, weaving between traffic with inches to spare as engines screamed loud enough to turn heads several blocks away. More than one driver slammed on their brakes as the pair shot through impossibly small gaps, and Ethan quickly realised Kaela wasn't just reckless...
She was genuinely insane.
At one junction, a van pulled out without warning.
Kaela didn't even hesitate.
Her tyres screeched violently as she dug one boot into the asphalt, sparks erupting beneath it while the Harley fishtailed sideways before somehow correcting itself at the last possible second.
She then shot Ethan a grin over her shoulder.
He simply shook his head.
'This woman's got a death wish.'
If it had been anyone else, their leg would have shattered, and they would have been in a fatal collision. But with her strength and healing factor, she'd have to get hit by a truck a hundred times in a row before starting to worry.
