Rayna POV
The road is nothing more than a path now - dirt and dead leaves and the bones of forgotten animals crunching under our boots.
We left the cabin just after sunrise.
No explanation. No destination. Damon simply said, “We’re moving. You’ll be safer beyond the border.”
Safer, apparently, meant crossing into rogue territory.
I keep my pace steady beside him. I refuse to fall behind, no matter how steep the hills or how thick the trees. I refuse to ask questions he won’t answer. I’ve spent too long being beneath everyone. Too long being the girl who’s grateful for scraps.
Not anymore.
“You’re quiet,” I say, brushing a branch from my face.
“You’re always talking,” he replies.
It’s not a joke. But it almost could’ve been.
I glance sideways. His expression is unreadable - jaw sh
