~ Sylara's POV ~
Our flight to Paris took off at exactly ten o'clock the following morning.
Deep down, I knew I should have declined. Every logical bone in my body was screaming at me to maintain a strict boundary between us, but the temptation was too strong. Besides, it wasn't like I was going to run into any of my university classmates in Paris.
I didn't know a single soul in Paris, which made it the ultimate safe haven. More than that, after the agonizing way my parents had treated me last night, I needed to put as many miles between us as humanly possible. I still couldn't wrap my head around their betrayal.
The slaps weren't even what truly broke me. I could have swallowed the physical pain if that was all they had done.
The fact that they took Alfred's side after knowing the re
