***Ella***
I crane my neck a little to see past the line of people entering the arrivals area of Gatwick airport.
"Who is this dude again?" Ollie asks casually while he texts Freya, who we have just dropped off at Departures on her way to Holland for work.
"Gabriel Schmid," I say for the third time today. I know Ollie's mind is elsewhere so I let him off for his lapse in memory, “my new favourite scientist as he happens to be Lycan and has an interest in something else that may be useful too.”
"An interest in what? Your geeky delight tells me it isn't something fun," Ollie jokes as he pockets his phone.
"Genetics and genome mapping. I would quite like to bring James to my lab once he's back at Exton," I reply, still craning my neck over other arriving passengers.
"You think our royal
