The knot in my stomach finally began to loosen and for the first time since leaving the mansion, I felt like I could breathe without forcing it and Jace glanced toward his motorcycle.
“Hungry?” He asked.
“When am I not? The food they served me were only bite sized.” I said.
“I know a place.” He said.
“As long as it doesn’t involve fancy tablecloths.” I said.
“It definitely doesn’t.” He said.
“Perfect.” I said.
A few minutes later we were back on the road heading toward the glow of an old roadside diner just outside town.
The diner looked as though it hadn’t changed in forty years.
A faded neon sign buzzed softly above the entrance, pickups trucks filled half the parking lot and the smell of grilled burgers drifted through the cook night air the moment we stepped inside.
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