Chasing the Wind

This time, Alaric was the one riding the motorcycle, with Aria clinging to him as they rushed into the night.

Alaric was taking it slow.

Aria, sitting behind him, jabbed his shoulder, clearly annoyed. "Why are you crawling like a turtle, Alaric? Give it some gas and fly!"

If it weren't for the circumstances right now, Aria would've dragged Alaric off and grabbed the handlebars herself.

At her word