Minerva's Rest

The heat is a physical weight. Marcus can smell hot asphalt, sun‑baked pine, and the sharp, living salt of a body working hard. He likes it. It means he's alive.Eliot rolls in behind him, flushed and fierce. She's a climbing specialist, all lean muscle and lung capacity, and the only rider who can match his pace. Between them, they've won more club races than the rest combined. They're not a coupl...