EMORY'S POV
For two days, Drake and I drove endlessly, stopping only when absolutely necessary. Each town, each gas station, each diner, each stretch of road felt like a fleeting moment, borrowed time we couldn't afford to waste. We couldn’t risk staying in one place too long in fear that someone might recognize what I was.
A rogue.
Unlike me, Drake hasn’t severed his ties yet. He was willing to, but I argued against it. Even though he chose to run away with me, I couldn’t let him turn his back on Silvergarde Prime completely. His family is still there, and I know how much they mean to him.
“You should have a rogue’s scent by now,” Drake murmured as I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past us.
"What do you mean?" I asked, furrowing my brow.
Drake glanced at me bri
