Kiden could definitely hear him, a slight noise above the din of the wind, and she thought it was hysterical. His idea sent a shiver of adrenaline down her spine. Taunt Villiers with his own bike? An unwise idea if there ever was one, but it's tempting and Kiden Nixon has a long and venerable history of giving into temptation. She pinpoints Snow's form and sends the bike into a nosedive, pulling up less than twenty feet overhead; in plain sight.

She gives Snow a wink and a salute--a proper one, even, not the half-assed two-finger kind--before putting both hands back on the handlebars and taking them back into a climb.

The chase was on, now.