I didn’t know whose it was—but it was custom and he knew she’d started building it from the ground up the day after Aimee had been attacked. She was alone now, because Caspar was running drills, which gave me the time off. Sometimes Mathias and I participated but lately, since we hadn’t asked to officially join the club, Caspar had stopped pushing. Luna had a half sleeve of tattoos on her arm. Inside the shop was warm and she only wore a tank top, her long hair wrapped and held in place with a bandanna. Her face was bare of makeup, her cheek smudged with grease and she looked more beautiful to him than ever. “You shouldn’t be here, Bishop,” Luna told me finally, without looking up. “I’m always someplace I shouldn’t be.” I leaned against the door frame and gazed at her. She stood then and marched over to me, blocking my way in with her body. “Lettin’ me in?” “No.”
