Descrip­tions

Lena

I was never into racing—that was Cruz’s world, not mine. But since losing him, I can’t stay away from the street races, those reckless, chaotic strips that make my heart race like his used to. Riding his bike with the throttle wide open is the only thing that drowns out the emptiness he left behind. Well, not the only thing. It's just the only one I’m willing to face. Being with Reign brings me back to life like I can feel something again, but the guilt suffocates. How can I let myself want someone—need someone—especially him? Cruz’s best friend. Another Demon.

I see the pain Reign tries to bury, the way his demons tear him apart. I feel this undeniable pull toward him, like we're both broken in the same way. And as much as I know I shouldn’t, I don’t know how to stop.

Reign

I used to own the track, but now I’m stuck in the pit, haunted by that crash—the one that shattered me and killed my best friend. The nightmares won’t stop, so I drown them in alcohol and underground fights. Anything to numb the pain. I can’t afford to look weak, especially in front of her. Lena. She’s grieving, and hell, so am I, but that doesn’t stop this need to protect her. To be with her, even though I know it’s messed up. The one person I should stay away from is the only one who makes me feel alive again. And no matter how hard she tries to deny it, I see the way she’s drawn to me too.

The more she pushes me away, the more I’m determined not to back down. I’ll fight through the darkness, and I don’t care what it takes. I’ll get to her. She can’t outrun this.