6
Thirty minutes later, Killian and I arrived at an inn outside of a small town. Killian found a spot in the parking lot and I immediately shoved open the car door, stepping out. Being stuck with Killian in a tight space was almost as smothering as my claustrophobia.
Leaning my a*s on the car’s side, I filled my lungs with the crisp air—cooling and energizing. Just what I needed.
My party was over when Killian decided to join me, though he kept his distance, and leaned against the car’s hood.
“Can you hear them?” I asked, my eyes on the inn. It was outdated and clearly old, though it had a new coat of gray paint with black trim and doors.
“No,” was all he said.
A car engine revved and I turned to the sound. A red sedan rolled in the parking lot. Asher was behind the wheel, and Evelyn
