Vorian’s POV
Kavira was already making her way down the hall, sparing me the trouble of fetching her.
“Ready?” I asked, caught off guard by her timing.
“Yes. I had someone take our bags to the car,” she replied distractedly, rummaging through her purse.
That stopped me. “Oh? Who?” I hadn’t sent anyone.
She paused, brow furrowing as though only now realizing the same thing. “I don’t know. Some man came to the door, said the cars were about to leave. I asked him to grab the bags.”
“Let’s head outside. Maybe you’ll recognize him.” I took her arm, and together we walked toward the line of vehicles. Sure enough, our suitcases were packed neatly in one of them, our clothes on hangers placed inside.
“Hm. He’s not here.” Kavira scanned the crowd, but no one matched the mysterious figure.
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