“Highland Territories? You want to drive all the way there yourself?”
Archie stared at her, wide-eyed.
He’d always thought his cousin’s wife had guts—after all, she tangled with his arrogant, ruthless cousin and even managed to get the upper hand sometimes. Still, he hadn’t expected her to be quite this bold.
“Come on, Mila,” he drawled, stretching out her name, “that’s almost three thousand miles. Are you sure about this?”
Mila nodded. “If you’re not up for it, you can just lend me your car—”
Before she could finish, Archie jumped to his feet, cutting her off with a wave. His whole face lit up. “No, no, I’m in! I’ll drive! Let’s do this!”
At nineteen, Archie was all adrenaline and restless adventure, itching for a chance to prove himself. Mila’s plan was perfect—crossing nearly three thousand miles by car, right into the wild unknown. Just imagining it made his heart race. He was ready to hit the road right this second.
But then—
“You barely just got over a fever,” Archie hesitated, worry flickering across his face. “Shouldn’t we wait a couple days, let you recover?”
Mila shook her head. “We go now.”
Once she’d decided, there was no turning back.
Besides, she couldn’t risk Lysander finding them. If he caught up, she’d be trapped all over again. She had to leave—immediately.
Archie, oblivious to her worries, just grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. “Mila, I have to say—I really admire you.”
Before, he’d helped her mostly because he thought she might be Daphne, the comic artist he idolized.
Now, though, his respect was real.
Not everyone could make a decision like this, especially not someone who’d just been through hell.
Mila shot him a look. “...Stop calling me cousin’s wife.”
“Got it!”
Archie called out cheerfully, then dashed off to get ready, leaving her unsure if he’d even heard her.
…
They were still close to Kingsford, and with Archie around, Mila kept a low profile.
She handed him the list of supplies they’d need.
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