Lior’s POV
My gaze finds hers.
Aurelia.
She blinks at me. Once. Twice.
For a heartbeat, she looks almost speechless—her composure slipping like sand through her fingers. The faint curve on her lips falters before she forces it back, though I can see the tightness around her jaw, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
“I believe you wouldn’t have any issues with me increasing the travel tickets to three instead,” I say, my tone calm, almost conversational, though my words are anything but.
Her lips part, close, then part once more—like she wants to protest but can’t quite gather the strength. The disappointment in her eyes burns sharp, and I can almost taste her anger in the air between us. Her perfectly polished composure fractures, just a little. And that’s when my lips curve
