“Because if we’re stopped and they kill me, they could take you there and blow other people’s cover.”
“Cover?”
“Undercover. You know what that is?”
“Yes. I see. You’re undercover? You’re some kind of spy?”
“Something like that.”
“How can a man who is destined to rule the world be a spy?”
Cam chuckles and looks at me with love and amusement. “When you think about it, Princess, shouldn’t being a spy be a requirement for a man who is about to take over the world?”
We laugh together, his strong and firm, mine anxious and confused.
I guess he is right.
“What if the police find us in this car and pull us over? They’ll arrest us and put us in jail.”
“That’s why we need a new car.”
“How do you get one?”
“Like I got this one. I stole it.”
“You know how to steal cars? Who taught you to do that?”
“You really want to know?”
“Of course I do. I just asked you!”
“Makiah Fucking Rooney was the first person who showed me how to pick a lock and later moved on to hot-wiring cars.”
“Makiah?”
“Yes.” He glances at me. “You’re bright red. Don’t let that pretty little head of yours explode.”
“How would Makiah teach you... that?”
“We go back a long, long way.”
“How long?”
“Deprogramming her is an essential part of my long-term plan. Might as well start now,” he mutters to himself, then casts me a sidelong glance.
“What is deprogramming, and who is her?”
“You. You are her. And deprogramming means to help someone unlearn wrong information.”
“Wrong information?”
“Makiah and I were in a group together. He was my teacher.”
“Your teacher?”
“Yes.”
“Like The Mother is my teacher?”