“We’ll be okay,” Liam said. “We just can’t let them separate us.”
“They won’t,” I whispered. “I was thinking... I know this is going to sound so corny, but... if there’s one good thing that came out of all this, is that I got to meet you. I would go through it all again -” Tears picked my eyes. “I would, as long as it meant I’d met you.”
“You really think that?” Liam sat up and pressed his lips against my hair. “‘Cause, frankly, the way I see it, you and me? Inevitable. Let’s say we didn’t get stuck in those god-awful camps - no, just listen. I’m going to tell you the amazing story of us.”
“’Green!’ Liam’s voice cuts into my thoughts. ‘Can you drive?’
‘No–’
‘Can you see better than Chubs?’
‘Maybe, but–’
‘Great!’ he said, reaching back for my arm. ‘Come on up to the captain’s seat.’ He snorted, even as another bullet pinged against Black Betty’s metal skin. ‘Come on, it’s just like riding a bike […]’“