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Celeste, ever the thoughtful companion, suggested a quick stop at a café for a bite to eat. They settled into a cozy corner booth, the chatter of fellow travelers providing a comforting backdrop. The menu offered an enticing array of options, from savory sandwiches to decadent pastries.
As they savored their food, Lista couldn't help but reflect on the journey ahead. This trip was more than just a change of scenery; it was a step towards healing and reclaiming a sense of normalcy after the trials she had faced. With Celeste by her side, she felt a renewed sense of strength and camaraderie.
After their meal, they continued to explore the concourse, stopping to browse through the boutique shops. Lista couldn't resist the allure of a display featuring vibrant scarves and accessories. She picked up a silky scarf, its colors reminiscent of a sunset over the Scottish Highlands.
Celeste, a connoisseur of all things fashion, offered her insights on the scarf's design and how it would complement Lista's wardrobe. The simple act of shopping and sharing in this small moment of joy felt like a welcome reprieve from the weight of their responsibilities.
Lista rolled her shoulders, as she stood by the baggage carousel, waiting for her luggage to arrive. It had been a long day. What would have normally been a one-and-a-half-hour flight on a private jet, ended up taking most of the day without a direct commercial flight to Copenhagen, and to say she was over it was underestimating how she really felt. Even Celeste's excited enthusiasm had dissipated after their connecting flight had been delayed for over an hour.
"How many cases do you have again?" Celeste asked
"Three plus my hand luggage. Don't look at me like that, I packed light... for me," Lista attempted to smile as Celeste rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"We are here for one week, just one solitary week!" Celeste bit, her own tiredness making her less patient than normal.
Finally, the last of Lista's cases made it up onto the belt, and she thanked all that was holy, she had not used her designer luggage, as the case was an absolute mess. Black marks al over the light turquoise hard shel, even a small dint at the bottom of the case, and one very broJim wheel.
"Bloody hell, they clearly do not handle stuff with care," Lista grumbled, as she grabbed the case off the carousel and placed it with the other two large cases.
Her hand luggage sitting on the top of one.
"Let's just be thankful all of the luggage arrived with us. They could have been halfway to Timbuk Tu," Celeste shrugged.
"Ladies, let me help you" a male voice interrupted them.
"It's fine we have got it, but thank you," Lista attempted a slight smile, knowing the human man was being gentlemanly, but the truth was, he would buckle under the weight of her case, unlike she would or Celeste.
"Please, a pretty little thing, like you could not possibly manage those cases on your own," The man smirked, clearly trying to flirt. The comment was a little sexist, but Lista determined to let that slide.
"Unless you are one of those werewolves, you are not one of those disgusting beasts, are you?" he laughed.
Lista's bullshit fuse was pressed at the last comment and shé
glared
at the man, then deliberately allowed
ber canines to fail, and gave him what could only be "Why don't you tell me?" she asked, a smirk on her lips as he paled, then scurried back to where he came from.
"You are so bad. He is going to have nightmares for the rest of his life now," Celeste giggled, as the girls
carried their cases and hand luggage, heading towards passport control.
"He shouldn't be a prick then," Lista shrugged, clearly not giving a hoot, if the man was traumatized or not.
Since the awaJiming, during the war that had taJim place, when humans became fully aware of the existence of werewolves, there had been three types of people. Those who accepted them, those who were fearful, but were attempting to accept them, and those who thought they were disgusting, or beasts, and would attempt to protest about their existence, insisting that they should be herded up and kept in one place and wiped out with silver bullets. That man was clearly in the latter category, and although she knew her Cousin Hannah would not be happy at what she
had done, given she was the person mainly responsible for smbathing things over with the UK human government, at that moment in time, being as tired as she was, Lista could not find a f**k to give. in her opinion, the guy was an arsehole and so deserved to run off pissing in his pants.
Thankfully, they managed passport control with hardly "Apparently, Crown Prince Jovan is personally meeting us, according to his invitation," Celeste smiled, looking around the gathered people, who were waiting to meet and greet people off the flight.
She saw a sign that simply said Celeste and Calista Colton written on it, and a man clearly a werewolf, standing in jeans and a white jumper, with black boots on his feet. He did not give off the aura of a royal wolf, and Lista soon realized that he was of beta rank. Not
that it bothered her in the slightest what rank a werewolf was. She believed that you accepted
everyone as equal, but it was strange that if the Crown Prince had declared he would meet them personally,
he was not there to do just that.
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