The ringing in his ears was piercing, right after it happened—the accident. One second, Holden was cruising on his motorcycle, and the next, he’s on the ground and his bike is in pieces. A hit and run, because why wouldn’t it be? Just his luck. If he had to be honest, he was pretty sure he was gonna die, right there in the middle of the street.

Least, until he heard a voice, and felt someone’s fingers wrap around his own.