Chapter Twenty-Eight
Malachi's POV
"Alicia."
"What?"
"Talk to me."
"About what?"
"Anything. Everything. Why you don't want to go to Dark City."
She tensed. "I told you. I just don't."
"That's not a reason. That's avoidance."
"Can we not do this? Can we just drive in silence?"
"No." I glanced at her. "We have three days together. You can't avoid me the entire time."
"Watch me."
I smiled despite myself. She had fire. Even terrified, even dreading every mile that brought her closer to Dark City, she still had that spark.
That's what I loved about her. That strength. That refusal to break completely, even after everything she'd endured.
"Fine," I said. "We'll drive in silence. But tonight, at the hotel, we're going to talk. Really talk. And you're going to tell me what you're so afraid of."
"I'm not afraid."
"Liar."
She finally turned to look at me. "You don't know me, Malachi. You don't know anything about me."
"Then tell me. Help me know you."
