*Nina*
“You will be registered as Michael and Elizabeth Connors,” the very serious security officer explains as we walk toward the sleek private jet that will whisk us away to Italy. “The staff you meet upon arrival will be the same individuals who care for you every day. Any changes, and we will inform you promptly.”
“How are we set up for the dummy room?” Silas asks, his voice steady. I can’t help but wonder if he’s more than just Elijah’s friend and life coach; he seems intricately involved in every aspect of this operation.
The security officer turns his head to look at Silas. “Grant Elijahson.”
“What exactly is a dummy room?” I glance at Elijah, who walks beside me with an air of calmness, as if this entire situation is completely normal… though I suppose for him, it is.
“It’s a
