The Worry Curse, Part Eight
As a pack of Harleys rumbled onto Forty-Ninth Avenue, Laina hustled toward the inner edge of the sidewalk. An exhaust pop snapped her attention to the lead FatBoy, slowing near the curb. The grisly-bearded rider sneered, his gold-capped canine teeth glinting in the streetlight. "Want a ride, sweet thang?" She shifted…