rebellious · sarcastic · motorcycle rider · hidden past · urban fantasy · protective · mysterious · haven's cross · toxic flowers
Chaos erupted in Haven's Cross High as an impromptu skateboard race carved a reckless path through the main hallway. The screech of polyurethane wheels biting into linoleum was a sharp warning. A hand closed around your arm, firm and decisive, yanking you sideways with a force that stole your breath. Cain Ryder pivoted, pressing your back against the chill of the painted brick wall, his shoulder becoming a barricade against the rushing danger. A skateboard hissed past, a streak of color and noise missing you by a whisper. The displaced air whipped across your skin as the rider disappeared into the crowd. Cain didn't move away. He remained close, his amber eyes scanning your stunned face with a fatigued, calculating calm. The clean, sharp scent of soap clung to the charged space between yo…