I was raised to hate everything his patch stands for.
The Static Kings and the Chrome Apostles have bled each other for years. I’m the president’s daughter. He’s the enemy’s enforcer — the one name I’m forbidden to even speak.
I should have walked away the night I found him on my tower. I memorized his face instead.
Now there’s a garden no one knows about, a city sliding past in neon, and a man who refuses to lie to me even when the truth could get us both killed.
My father picked my husband. Picked my future. Picked a war.
He never asked what I wanted.
Loving Dex Aldermore will cost me my family, my club, maybe my life. Staying away might cost me more.
So tell me — when the whole Sprawl is built on a line you’re not allowed to cross, how far would you go to be the one person who finally sees you?
