"We can't stay in Lunaro," I say abruptly.
"What?" Nicole hisses almost defensively. "What do you mean? Are you wanting to turn around? Amelia, don't bail on me now...not now that we've just topped the tank off."
"It has nothing to do with bailing, Nicole, but everything to do with the fact Seth and company will probably predict that we'll be seeking refuge in the nearest town which just so happens to be Lunaro. There will be nowhere for us to hide in a town so small with a vehicle that will be instantly recognizable," I lick my lips. "There's that city a few hours further. How many hours further do you reckon?"
Nicole zooms out of the GPS map, identifies the name of the city—most definitely a human-dominant one given the colonial origin of the name—and we discover that it's an additio
