Over the next two days, Lyre drags her camper—and me—across the country. It's actually only across one state line, but it's still farther than I've ever traveled before.
The driving itself isn't long each day; Lyre says she never drives more than three hundred miles a day when she's hauling a camper. Still, the routine is more tiring than I expect.
And Andrew follows behind every step of the way, clearly obsessed with keeping his eye on me. I'm sure it's to tell Rafe where I am, but it isn't like a new Alpha can just wander across the country to take me back.
Still, it's not a great feeling to know you're being essentially stalked. He doesn't hide what he's doing, but he isn't not doing it, either…
The high noon sun is bright and merciless, which means the camper's going to be an oven when we finally make it to our stop tonight. We still have another hundred miles to drive before finding a rest stop tonight.
