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We said bye hanging up the phone so I can park and get out walking to the door. Closing the door I felted relaxed at the day's ends, going up the stairs to my room and I dropped onto my bed and I sighed " So glad today is over to today." laying there Alpha Kane came to mind rendering the look he gives me before leaving ." I wonder if he is still upset...... UGH, what I'm saying !" I screamed at my self sitting up on the bed "It's okay " Shiva chimed in " Nothing about this on top of what we still have to deal with back in London is 'okay' " I said sarcastically.

The bathroom was fully stocked with a variety of products, and she used a random one for her quick shower. With the speed of lightning, she was in bed. Everything was as soft as she thought it would be, and it smelled so nice and fresh. She typed one short message to her mother saying that she arrived and that everything is fine so far, so Rebecca wouldn't worry and let the oblivion take over her.

Not comfortably. But enough.

POV. Eric Lafallete. The three of us hurried out of the cabin. We travel in the Bentley because it is a safer and faster car. We arrived at the pack house in half the time. Outside, Claire and Peter were waiting for us with a solemn and indecipherable look.

His Adam apple wobbled with a hard swallow, the air between us shifting. "I’m saying your presence would be... advantageous,” he replied, though his voice was strained, and the words lacked his usual confidence. “Advantageous?” I repeated, tilting my head as I let my finger linger bear his temple “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” His lips twitched, but his expression remained composed "It's not about needing, Isabella, it's about practicality. Your presence would be useful" I let out a soft laugh "Practicality?" I hummed. "So you're saying it has nothing to do with you not wanting to be alone?"

My sentences were clipped with desperation. She pushed a few buttons. "Not to worry. It appears you'll make it. You're still on the plane." She smiled up at me. “It must be your lucky day. You've been upgraded to first class, seat 3D.” She handed me back my phone. "Enjoy your flight." My lucky day. Hardly.

Eleanor said. She rang off. Cara put her phone down. Looked at the coffee in her hand. Drank it slowly. Priya came by at noon. She arrived with food from the Lebanese place two streets over and the particular quality of a friend who understood that presence was more useful than words. They sat at the kitchen table and ate and Priya talked about her own week with the conscious generosity of someone deliberately not making everything about the thing that was obviously the thing. After a while Cara said, "how bad is it. Honestly."

he replied politely. I took a moment to admire his name tag, which read 'Tom'. "Well, Tom," I continued, "As you know, I stay in the penthouse but I didn't explore the hotel to the fullest. Could you tell me more about the amenities NewView offers?" Tom's face lit up with pride as he began to describe the hotel's features. He enthusiastically detailed the luxurious suites, the exquisite dining options, and, most importantly for me, the exclusive elevator reserved for VIP guests.