ANNABEL’S POV
In the quiet privacy of our suites, after the tense encounter with the elders, I turned to Thomas with a determined look. "We need to find the cure for my mother," I asserted, the urgency in my voice cutting through the subdued atmosphere.
Thomas nodded, understanding the weight of my concern. "Her mother first," he agreed.
"Why not find my father first?" I suggested, a spark of realization lighting up my eyes. "He might have a clue about the cure. It means we would need to travel."
Thomas, contemplating the idea, leaned in and gently kissed my lips. "I'll prepare the jet," he declared.
I furrowed my brow, realizing the potential risks involved. "Are you coming with me, or do you need to stay here? I heard the border was having issues," I said, concern lining my features
