Ayla’s POV
I sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'll tell you everything when we get home," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "I promise. But we need to leave here first."
I studied his face for a moment, looking for any sign that he was just putting me off again. But his eyes were steady, sincere. I nodded slowly.
We packed up quickly. There wasn't much to gather since we had barely unpacked in the first place. Arkon moved around the room efficiently, checking the windows one last time, making sure we hadn't left anything behind.
The drive back felt different than the panicked rush that had brought us here. The morning sun was gentle, casting everything in soft gold light. Traffic was light and the city looked almost peaceful.
I watched Arkon as he drove, noting the way his
