Day one: Switzerland, Wengen
Dahlia glanced at them. “Look, I don’t get it, and honestly, I don’t want to get it.” She shoved her hands over her ears and stormed off.
Hunter faced Lupin. “So, what’s your plan here?”
“Stick around this week. She’ll figure it out eventually,” Lupin replied casually.
“No. I’m not letting you take her,” Hunter shot back.
“You really want to go another round and risk losing her again?” Lupin raised an eyebrow.
Hunter muttered a curse. “Just take us into town. My car’s not here yet. Please.”
Lupin gestured toward the car.
Lupin caught Dahlia’s reflection in the rearview mirror, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.
“I came here to relax, not to get caught in whatever this is,” she said flatly.
“And you will,” Lupin chimed in. “But first, food. Then we
