Crossing the Line

Raina’s POV

The adrenaline was still humming in my veins, a low-frequency vibration that made the neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip look like streaks of wet paint against a black canvas. I wasn’t as devastated by the loss as I thought I’d be. Honestly, it was a relief, a terrifying, electric relief, to know there was still someone out there who could push me to the very edge of my capabilities. F