~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 extravagant, but after hours on the road, it felt like the best meal I’d ever had.

Kate smirked. "Good food always tastes better when...