I release her wrists; her lips brush my jaw as I lean in to do it, and I smile at the gesture.
“Where are we?” she asks when I start the car again.
“West Conneley. Reid and Willa are Ben and Blue Bailey now.”
“I get it,” she says, looking out the window.
“Are you okay, Katarina?”
“Fine.” She smiles at me, but it’s fake.
I thought she’d want to see them; however, it seems I was wrong. Evidently, she wants nothing to do with them, which, if I’m honest, makes me glad. But I don’t like the vulnerability and sadness on her face; it makes me want to kill my brother. Which, right now, is not convenient.
I drive for more than two hours; we’re both silent. Katarina, lost in her thoughts, and me in mine. There’s tension in the air, but it has more to do with her discomfort at seeing Reid and
