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taunted back. “Maybe I’ll still be riding you.”
    His arms tightened around her and she was dizzy with him, all of her senses filled with this male. The way he smelled, the heat of his body… hell, the heat between them.
    She was jolted from her dreamy haze by Dezo’s voice. “Look, we need to move. There could be ghouls tracking us right now.”
    Ondrej nodded. “All right. Let everyone know we’re heading out.”
    “Vosh, we’ve got to go.”
    She broke away from Mikolas. “It’s been real, it’s been fun, but it hasn’t been real fun.” Voshkie patted his shoulder.
    Mikolas arched a brow. “Same to you, Legs.”
    She followed them out the door and to the bikes, where she swung her leg over Ondrej’s and put on her helmet. Krysanthe had to reconcile that she might not be having any good times with him tonight because she was so sore from the bike.
    At least until he got on behind her and that “belt buckle” was quite prominent.
    She squirmed in the seat against him until he locked an arm around her waist. “You behave, Princess.”
    “I don’t think I can. I didn’t know how much fun it was to be bad.”
    His hand slipped underneath her tank top, the motion masked by the edge of her jacket. The bare skin to skin contact made her squirm even more. She settled against him and tried to quell her desire. At least until later.
    Darkness had fallen and as the bikes roared toward that ribbon on asphalt, her need turned to something else. Something in the darkness watched them. Something wrong. Finally, after they’d been on the open road for an hour and a half and they neared the campsite, she said, “I don’t think we should stop here. Something’s not right.”
    “It’ll be alright.”
    “Ondrej. It’s wrong.”
    “I know. You’re sensing the dark magick in the ghouls. We need to draw them out.”
    “So, we’re not sleeping? We’re making ourselves a mark, then we’ll go to a hotel and sleep?”
    “If that’s what you want to do.”
    She didn’t want to say into the mic what she wanted to do, everyone could hear it. Then she realized everyone had heard their conversation about his “belt buckle.” Krysanthe took a deep breath. She refused to be embarrassed. After all, if they disappeared together tonight, it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened between them.
    “I’ve just never seen a ghoul in the flesh. Their presence feels like something rotten in the ground. Tainted.”
    “Being an elemental nymph, it makes sense they’d feel so wrong to you.”
    They took the exit to the park where the shadows seemed to only get longer and darker. Krysanthe had never been afraid of the dark, but tonight she feared what was in it.
    Driving deep into the park, she saw that this one even had a few trees and a pond; it seemed they were out of the badlands. When the bikes rolled to a stop, they parked them in a circle, almost like a wagon train.
    Everyone got out their bedrolls, and Voshkie tossed hers to her.
    “Thanks,” she mouthed, both for the bedroll and for not making a big deal about where she bedded down.
    Voshkie rewarded her with the I-Don’t-Approve, But-What-Do-I-Know face.
    “Wanna see something cool?” Imre asked.
    “No, no one cares that you can breathe fire, Imre.” Mikolas lay down on his bedroll. “We can all do it.”
    “I can’t,” Voshkie said. “Show me.”
    Imre didn’t Change, he kept his human form, and he shot fire out of his mouth to the small pit in the middle of their little circle and a fire blazed and crackled.
    “That is cool, Imre.” Voshkie smiled at him.
    Mikolas rolled over, away from her.
    “I’ll take the first watch,” Voshkie offered then.
    “Have you ever fought a ghoul?” Ondrej asked her.
    “Sure. I slice off their heads.” She twirled her knives.
    “These are different. One of these bit my brother, Jakob, and it Turned him.”
    “Like zombies on TV?” Voshkie asked, her tone skeptical.
    “Yeah, just