FAYE
I felt the car slow down before Cole even spoke, his hands easing the steering wheel. “We’re here,” he said.
I turned my head and peered through the windshield. The northern border. The air was sharper here, cooler for some reason. I was grateful I wore a thick jacket.
Cole brought the vehicle to a stop beside a small cluster of buildings that looked more like barracks than homes—functional, sturdy, but unwelcoming.
Before he could make his usual gentlemanly rush to open my door, I unbuckled and pushed it open myself. The gravel crunched beneath my boots as I stepped out. I preferred it this way—doing things myself, keeping my sense of independence. I didn't enjoy been treated like I was fragile, like the role of Luna meant being coddled instead of trusted. That wasn’t me...that
