Elara's POV
He arrived at nine exactly.
Two coffees from the corner place, jacket already on, keys in hand. He'd planned out the whole morning and figured it would go his way.
Mia was still finishing her toast, Fiona was braiding her hair, and Orion stood in the kitchen doorway and watched them with a careful look on his face. I didn't have the energy to figure out what it meant.
"We need to make a stop first," I told him. "Before the resort. I'll drive."
He handed me a coffee. "Where?"
"I'll explain when we get there."
He looked at me for a moment. Then at Fiona, who kept her eyes on Mia's braid, staying out of it.
"Alright," he said.
Fiona would keep Mia for the morning. I had already arranged it. He didn't ask.
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I took the expressway north, kept my hands on the wheel, a
