Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

And then she put my mask on top.
I laughed a little. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
We weren’t boys in hoodies anymore, I guess. It was time
to reintroduce ourselves to Thunder Bay.
A half hour later, I tightened my tie and pulled on my
black, leather gloves, heading out the front door to one of the
motorbikes Michael had waiting. I had no idea if he owned all
of them or what, but the village wouldn’t accommodate our
cars tonight, so bikes, it was.
I checked the dagger in my breast pocket, making sure it
was tucked tight, and mounted the motorcycle next to
Michael’s. I wasn’t sure why I brought the knife, but we had a
history. Why not?
“GGet on, girl,” I heard Will say. “Come on.”
I looked over my shoulder, spotting Alex grinning and
shaking her head as she swung over the bike, sitting behind
him.
Kai and Banks took the fourth motorcycle, while Lev and
David backed us up in Michael’s GG-Class.
Rika and Winter came out, Winter holding Rika’s arm as
she led her over to me. I took Winter’s hand as she felt for the
seat with the other one.
I smiled. She wore a blindfold of sheer red fabric. I could
still see her eyes, but it was the perfect mask, because it didn’t
hinder her other senses that she used to see the world.
“You know what you gotta do?” I asked.
She climbed on, wearing a small backpack. “Just tell me
when.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I unhooked
my mask from my wrist, pulling it over the top of my head.
I looked over at Michael, Rika already situated behind him
and pulling on her mask. “Your father will be there, too,” I
warned him.