Breakfast was a nightmare. I sat across from Matt, picking at a plate of expensive organic eggs that tasted like cardboard. Every time I looked up, he was staring at his phone, looking like I was a fly he wanted to swat. My mom and Draco were busy planning routes, acting like we were one big, happy family. I just kept my head down, trying to forget the way Matt’s hand looked in the moonlight a few hours ago. My skin still felt hot just thinking about it.
"Okay, plan is set," Draco announced, wiping his mouth with a silk napkin. "The main SUV is packed with the tents and food. Matt, you’ll take the heavy gear in your truck. Elara, you’re riding with him."
I nearly choked on my orange juice. "What? No. I’m riding with Mom."
"Elara, don't be difficult," my mom said, giving me that look. Yo
