Rain pounded the roof of the stolen truck as it raced through back roads toward the capital.
Inside, Erin stared at the rearview mirror. “They're gaining."
Ashton shifted beside her, tightening the bandage on his shoulder. “We'll reach the underground tunnel before they cut us off."
She glanced at him. “You trust that?"
“I memorized the grid when I was fifteen. Trust me."
“Trust," she muttered. “Interesting word."
He looked at her. “You still don't?"
“You drugged me once."
“You chained me to a pipe."
“Fair."
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They hit a bump. The drive turned silent again.
Erin finally asked, “If we don't make it—what would you regret most?"
He answered without hesitation. “Not exposing them."
“Not kissing me again?"
He smirked. “You assume I wouldn't do both."
She rolled her eyes—but sm
