THIRTY-FIVE
Shouting broke the spell. One minute, Flavia was staring into Jay's eyes, parting her lips in anticipation of a magical kiss, then the next, she jumped to her feet, shaking her head.
What had she been thinking? Almost kissing him?
"Get the hell out of here!"
Flavia recognised the hotel manager's voice.
"We weren't filming them. We were getting footage of the moon," a male voice protested. Tim's, Flavia thought.
Her heart, a moment ago swelling to bursting at the thought of kissing Jay, froze. The film crew had been taking pictures of her again. Ones they could sell to the highest bidder to finance their future, while destroying hers.
"I want every memory card you have on you. Now," Ms Lane demanded.
Grumbling ensued, but Flavia couldn't focus on the words through h
