Wednesday. Luxe Ibiza Hostel, Cala Gració, Ibiza.ORION DOUKAS WALKED BAREFOOT through the lush, manicured grass. Things were still quiet despite the late afternoon hour. According to security, the after party the guests had indulged in had lasted until six or seven this morning. About the time he was getting up.That wasn't uncommon.Ibiza was, after all, Europe's playground. A destination for people who wanted to party, live it up, and forget their mundane lives. He'd spent much of his life here, despite his American citizenship. His parents had been fond of the island and the proximity it gave them to his father's family.He glanced east, toward the old family home. Though he'd been born in New York City and spent much of his early life there, the memories that stayed with him were here. On the island.Following his younger brother's death, he'd sold his parent's home. There just weren't enough good memories to justify keeping the place, what with all the upkeep it need
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