**** Calypso’s PoV ****
Pulling my duffel bag over my shoulder, handing the cab driver a stack of cash for his trouble, before heading inside the small airport terminal.
“How may I help you today?” Asked a middle-aged woman behind the counter.
“I need a one-way ticket to Azalia, Wyoming.” I reply, pulling out my debit card and identification, sliding them across the silver and white marbled countertop.
“Make that two one-way tickets to that destination.” Came a voice from behind me.
It couldn’t be, he had followed me to the airport, even with my note telling him he was free from his duties to my kingdom. The anger coursing through my veins, pulling the blood into the surface of my cheeks causing them to flush red. What was he trying to prove?
“Ma’am, do I need to charge two tickets t
