Chapter 7

An eerie, early morning glow settled over the fog that fell on the acres of rolling farmlands outside my window.

We made it over the Oregon border into Washington after a few hours had passed and neither Luca nor myself had spoken a word.

I kept my head turned towards the window for most of the ride so he couldn't see the slow, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. I already missed my family and Mady.

There was also the issue of the fact that I was exceedingly uncomfortable-not just because I was somewhere I didn't want to be and alone with someone who I only knew to be a murderous tyrant, but also because my hair was still damp from the rain that had also soaked through my shirt and pajama pants.

My bare feet were freezing, despite the heat being on in the truck. When Luca noticed me fidgeting uncomfortably in my seat, he sighed.

"We'll stop when we get to Spokane," he said. "You can change there."

I turned to look at him with eyes that were red and swollen from crying.

"Where are we