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"Daniel, did you forget how to fly?"
"One, it's not the same. Two, it would be weird to come home without anything normal. " Danny replied flatly. "Three, it helps me with the chicks."
Vlad’s annoyed groan was ignored as Danny handed him his second helmet.
***
Vlad would prefer to burn one hundred companies to the ground than admit that Danny was right.
The adrenaline of not controlling his surroundings, the vibration of the road, and the purr of the engine were making him, somehow, alive.
It's not the same.
Leaning more against Danny's strong back, he clutched the leather jacket.