Last time, we left Icarus talking to Bull and admitting he’s thinking about quitting the club. Needless to say, that doesn’t go over well. Now, we’re back to Cassie, and she’s watching the men leave.
Cassie stood on the porch and waited while the last of the bikes drove out of the yard. She hadn’t seen just about all of the Riders leaving the yard all at one time too often. Only Chief and two younger members, the ones who didn’t have the full back patch on their vests yet, had stayed behind. Even the last time they’d ridden off like this, they’d left more of the men behind, including Trace and that young man who went by the name Arrow.
But, even they had gone along this time. She’d heard Trace arguing with Bull about that very thing before she’d gone to talk to Grady. To her surprise, he’d insisted on going along. From everything she’d heard, he usually preferred to stay behind if violence was expected. And as much as she was sure they wanted to avoid that, it was pretty much a foregone conclusion when it came to Henry. Especially with what he was pulling now. He wouldn’t just let them ride away this time.
Cassie couldn’t help wringing her hands together. What if this was the last time she saw either of them? She wasn’t sure she could live with that.
Then, she felt a hand lightly touch her arm. “They’ll be back, Cassie,” Raven said from just behind her.
“You can’t know that. You might be able to see into people’s heads, but you can’t see the future.”
Raven chuckled a little at that. “I can’t actually do that, either. It would make things a lot easier, for me and the people I try to help.”
And Cassie knew Trace had been one of them. Because of things Henry had done to him. Things she should have protected him from and hadn’t. Some she hadn’t known about until they’d come here.
Raven squeezed her arm briefly. “You know he doesn’t blame you, right?”
Cassie shook his head. “Are you sure you can’t see into my head? And he probably should. I never stopped Henry. Not one time.”
“I can’t tell you the things he’s told me, but he has talked about what happened. And I don’t know how you’d be able to stop him when he’d practically knocked you unconscious.”
Cassie trembled just at the memory of what life had been like. And how she’d acted like it was normal to live like that. After a year of never having a hand raised to her in anger, it didn’t seem real. Raven gave her a quick hug, then almost as if they’d already discussed it, started walking into the house together. But, they both stopped at the sound of motors coming up the drive.
“That can’t be them,” Cassie said. “They just left. They can’t be back already.”
“It’s not,” Raven said. “That’s not motorcycle engines. It’s a cage. You should get inside.”
But, the car was already rolling into view. It was plain, non-descript really. But, Cassie recognized it. And the man behind the wheel. “No,” she gasped.
“What is it?”
“He works with Henry. He had to have sent him. He’s going to take me back there.”
“Not if we have anything to say about it,” Raven assured her.
Well, now, that doesn’t look good, does it? Who is this person? What does he want? Will Cassie see Icarus and Trace again?