Kalilah POV
I wanted to take a train to Seattle, but Damon wanted to drive. The two of us argued for a while, trying to figure out what we were going to do. Eventually, we decided the best thing for us to do was to just drive.
Well, Damon was going to drive. I couldn’t see, so there was no choice.
He packed a small bag, shoving it in the trunk of the car. I climbed in, folding my arms over my chest.
My irritation had nothing to do with Damon.
It was what I was about to do.
I hated secrets. Hated what they did to people. How they twisted things, poisoned trust. And now I was walking straight into the center of one, voluntarily.
The air in the car was heavy, thick with things we weren’t saying. Damon started the engine without looking at me, his jaw tight. He didn’t like this any more
