~Isabella’s POV

Not long after, we pulled up at a small roadside diner. It wasn’t fancy, but the smell of grilled food and fresh bread made my mouth water the moment we stepped inside. We picked a table near the window, and Kate ordered for both of us—a couple of sandwiches, some fries, and sodas. The guards, ever-dutiful, stood near the entrance, watching over us while we ate.

"This is so good," I said between bites, savoring the taste of the warm sandwich. It wasn’t anything ...