A prequel to the World Fallen Series. Reno stepped between me and the strangers and threw an arm over my shoulders, the gesture a promise that the hot, scary biker would stand between me and danger. “Stay close.” I turned to Reno and laid my hands on his chest. “Where are we going?” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. His strong hands cupped my face. “You trust me, right?” I nodded. “And you want to stick together?” The world was falling apart around our heads, the future uncertain. “Just try to get rid of me,” I said, lifting my chin. He laughed, then drew me close and kissed me like we had all the time in the world. But now, we had to make it back to the compound. Something wasn’t right with the shaggy-haired man wearing a Janissary vest who prowled the outside perimeter of the chain-link fence. Oh, no. The flu mania. “Hurry up, Reno.” Inside, a motorcycle roared to life. Keeping a wary eye on the man brandishing the machete, I threw open the door. Grinning, the man charged. I threw myself onto the back of the motorcycle and locked my arms around Reno’s waist.