Harley’s P.O.V.

“Carlos!”

My loud scream pierced the night as the world tilted and then rushed past in a blur of stars and wind. The cupcake flew from my fingers, vanishing into the dark. Terror seized me, and I clung to his coat with both hands, burying my face in his chest.

“Stop it. This…”

My voice shook in desperation, but Carlos’s chest rumbled with laughter in response.

“Hey! Easy, Princess. You are safe.”

His voice was velvet against the roar of the night wind. “Feel this wind, the freedom. Open your eyes.”

To hell with safety!

I couldn’t even dare to look, clinging to the source of this trouble....