People in New Orleans are a different kind of crazy’!’ She thought wryly.


    You should follow the lights. Why would anyone go anywhere else? “


    Kai stepped forward cautiously. Finally getting a glimpse of the mysterious occupant, h


    Where on earth had she been?! Why stay away for soo long!? ‘ She stared up into a set of deep brown eyes. Looking for any sign of recognition and yet, none came.


    This changes things“ she murmured to herself while turning away to look unseeing at the fireplace. She turned back around with a determined look. “She hasn’t changed. Her memories may be gone, but she is still the same as I remember .’  She thought, feeling the melancholy. Allara shook her head and stepped forward. “When next we meet I will explain what I can. But right now, you must go.”


    This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    They had arrived. The fog clung to the water, thick and restless, as Solan and his men burst from the mist in full sprint. Their boots pounded against the dock, their breaths coming in harsh gasps. The boat carrying their quarry was already disappearing into the haze, cutting swiftly through the dark river.


    Solan’s sharp gaze flicked to a second boat tied at the dock. Without hesitation, he lunged for it, signalling his men to follow. But just as he reached it, his peripheral vision caught something—just a flicker, a shadow shifting at the edge of the runes guarding the dock.


    A figure.


    Kai stilled. Kai smiled. Kai nodded, slipping the helmet on. The Chief roared to life beneath her hands, a purring beast eager to run. She gave Frank and Sarah a final nod before peeling out of the shop, looping around the front of the club, past the rows of bikes. Then she was gone, tearing down the road at a steady speed.


    It was Thursday afternoon. If she pushed hard, she’d be back in the office with Marta by Friday evening. She intended to make it.