18. You’re a good friend.
I look out the car window as we drive, Reid at the wheel. So far, I haven’t seen anything extraordinary—just forests and landscapes that would probably go unnoticed by anyone else. But it’s my first time leaving town, and everything feels as thrilling as it is new.
Katarina left yesterday before dusk. She arranged fake documents for Reid and a low-end car that showed up this morning, so we could travel unnoticed. The plan is to meet in three days in Los Angeles, where Killian will be taking a short break in the middle of his tour. Flying would leave a trail, and that’s too risky for Reid, so three days on the road turned out to be the safest option.
“Are you hungry?” Reid asks. His eyes are hidden behind sunglasses, but I can tell he’s looking at me from the co
