Page 69 of Haze of Obedience

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She closes her eyes. "I don't know how this ends, but I can only run so long. Eventually, they will find me."

"No. I won't let that happen."

"Maybe the other girls can get away from them. I hope they do. But I'm too famous. They have people everywhere, all over the world. At some point, someone will recognize me."

I squeeze her hand. "We'll figure it out. I will protect you, Zoe."

A tiny smile forms. "Let's change the subject, okay?"

I don't reply.

A few minutes pass. "Should we play fake fan trivia?"

"I'm not sure what that is."

"It's how I tell if you're a fair-weather fan or a die-hard."

"I'm a die-hard."

"We will see about that," she chirps.

"How do we play?"

"I ask you questions about me and my career. You have to get at least 95% right to be a die-hard."

"I bet I'll get 100%."

She snorts. "Don't be so cocky."

"Bring it, my Little Diva."

"How old was I when I had my first headline tour."

"Twenty-five, Craving Tour."

She sits up. "Aren't you an overachiever?"

I pump my fist in the air.

"What am I allergic to?"

"Bee stings."

She claps. "Bravo. Are you allergic to anything?"

"Nope."

"Okay. What flower do I hate?"

"Western Skunk Cabbage because you don't like the smell. Can't say I blame you there."

"Impressive. Any flowers you don't like?"

"Rafflesia. They smell like decaying meat."

"Ewe. Disgusting."

"Yep. Next question."

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