Chapter Twenty-Four
I get the call when I’m thirty thousand feet in the air. My cell phone rings, and I fumble through my backpack. Damon doesn’t even look away from the window, ignoring the phone call. Ignoring me.
He’s hardly spoken to me at all except to tell me when the car would be arriving to take us to the airport. From there we boarded a private jet. Hiro sits in the back of the plane, her eyes closed, her body still. I might believe she’s sleeping except that I sense a deep wariness around her.
Avery’s face smiles up at me from the phone screen, and my heart skips a beat. I took that picture my first year at Smith when we met up for dinner. I cropped her face in the square, so you can’t see Gabriel in the background. It’s impossible to forget his expression, though—the mixture
