~~Bree’s PoV~~
The drive to Dry Spring takes hours along the mostly empty backroads. We make one quick comfort break at a gas station along the way. Drew accompanies me to the restroom door, checks inside first to make sure it was clear, and stays just outside the whole time. I can see the shadow of his feet beneath the door and, even though I know just how much danger we are still in, with him standing guard, I feel perfectly safe.
In the car, there’s no more talk of the future or things we might do together back in the empire. He checks behind us every two minutes, like clockwork, making sure no one else is on our tail in between making arrangements on his phone for our arrival. The border is still several miles from the town so we’ll need a way to get there and a way to cross it witho
