Celine POV
We arrived at quiet, unassuming hotel where questions weren’t asked and privacy was paramount. The staff didn’t so much as blink as we checked in, their professionalism masking any curiosity they might have had. After eating and a brief moment of calm, we got ready.
Sebastian had tried everything to obscure my identity—to mask my scent, dampen my aura—but nothing seemed to work. My unique essence, the unmistakable mark of who I was, lingered stubbornly. His frustration was evident, though he tried to hide it.
“It will be fine,” I whisper as we step out. “We just have to trust this will be enough.”
His eyes meet mine, steady but laced with worry. “Just stay close,” he says, his tone firm.
“I know,” I reply softly. “Stay close. Don’t wander off. Don’t ask anything too obvious
