CHAPTER FIVE
When do you want to leave for Vernonia?
Sooner rather than later.
Niko wished they were already there.
Instead, he sat at the table in the recreational vehicle, also known as an RV, according to Jovan, where Isabel lived. His concern over the press discovering the reason behind his unannounced trip to the U.S. continued to grow. But Isabel needed to shower, dress, and pack. They would leave later whether he liked it or not.
Still wearing her bulky, stained coveralls, Isabel stood in front of the small refrigerator. She rubbed her hands together as if nervous. “Do you want something to drink or eat?”
He appreciated her hospitality. Twenty-three years away from Vernonia hadn’t erased centuries of innate good breeding. “No, thank you.”
With a hesitant expression, she glanc
