Ezrik followed behind them, his expression darkening with every step as they approached a sleek black superbike glinting under the streetlights.
Willow glanced over her shoulder at him, annoyance flickering across her face. "You know, you could've just gone with Isaak."
At that, Navian turned his head slightly, one silver brow arching as his cold gaze slid to Ezrik. "Isaak?"
Ezrik's jaw flexed. "Shut up," he muttered, the words coming out more like a growl than a reply.
Navian rolled his eyes, unbothered, and swung a leg over the bike in one smooth motion. The engine gave a low, dangerous purr as he started it up, the shadows curling faintly at his boots. Willow stepped forward, ready to climb on behind him but before she could, a hand clamped around her arm.
