_Author’s POV_
The Ebonmoon private plane was quiet and comfortable in the way that things were comfortable when money hadn’t been an obstacle in the planning of them.
Rowena sat by the window with her bag at her feet and watched the city disappear beneath the clouds. It happened fast. One moment she could see the roads and the buildings and the specific grid of the place she had been living and fighting in for months, and then the clouds came up and it was gone and there was just white and then blue.
She exhaled.
Alaric was across from her with a folder open on the table between them that he wasn’t really reading. She could tell because his eyes hadn’t moved in three minutes.
“You don’t have to pretend to work,” she said.
He looked up. “I’m not pretending.”
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