Synopsis

The aftermath settled like dust. A bitter taste lingered in the air, a consequence of the riders’ retribution. Though the events had transpired with a certain swiftness, the repercussions were sharp and enduring. Steph felt the weight of it most keenly. The fragile composure she’d carefully maintained fractured under the strain. "I shouldn't be in this," she murmured, the words laced with a weary resignation. "I have a poisoned hand; I'm finished." Paul, in turn, was not pleased. He lash