“That this will kill me?” I ask. “If the terrible drivers here are anything to go by, neither of us is long for this world.”
“No, I mean—” Arya swallows nervously. “You think your brother can make it so we won’t be on the run anymore?”
I grip the wheel and stare straight ahead at the road. I’ve tried not to think about seeing my brother too much since we left. Because every time I do, I can’t help but feel I’m wasting my time.
“I think my brother has the power to give me what I need,” I say diplomatically.
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“No, it doesn’t,” I admit. “Because your question is a tough one to answer. With a lot of history.”
“So, tell me. And don’t say, ‘It’s a long story.’ We still have another few hours before we get there and I’ve been doing all the talking. It’s you
