Nixon’s POV
"Do you accept my terms?"
I held the tablet toward her again. The screen was a spiderweb of cracks, but the contract was clear enough. I watched her fingers. They were trembling, just a tiny vibration that she couldn't hide. The reality of this wasteland was finally sinking in. She was trapped in this car with me, and the sooner she realized I held every card, the better this would go for everyone.
Scout didn't look at the screen. She looked past it, staring out the window at the miles of sun-bleached dirt and empty horizon. I could practically see the gears turning, her resolve fraying at the edges. Her shoulders dropped. Her breathing turned shallow and jagged. Tears pooled in her eyes, though she was too stubborn to let them fall.
She was going to break. I was certain of
