They'd joyridded on the Harleys for hours, the wind tearing past them as Nadya steered them in the general direction she was pretty sure she'd find the person she had in mind.
Lenny clung to Kai's back, shouting over the roar of the engines, while Amina wrapped herself tight around Nadya, her braid whipping in the wind. The salt tang of the Black Sea began to creep into their noses, mingling with the scent of gasoline and sweat.
They were getting close.
But the sun had climbed high enough that the bikes no longer felt like a thrill and more like a burden. Hunger gnawed at them, and the road stretched endlessly. Kai's sharp mind clicked into action. He scanned the edge of the docks until he spotted a sketchy-looking garage with a mechanic hunched over a rusted toolbox, muttering to himself in a language Kai barely understood.
'Perfect.'
