(Author's POV)
At the Everett estate, Phineas was still in his study when his phone rang.
His man on the ground kept the report brief: Neil Dawson had been spotted in the city earlier that day. Brief appearance, no contact with anyone they could identify. Last confirmed sighting was at the airport.
Phineas set his pen down.
"Find him," he said. "I don't care how long it takes. I don't care what condition he's in when you do."
He ended the call and sat back in his chair. The old account with Neil had never been settled. He hadn't forgotten. He never forgot.
(Aurora's POV)
I was up early.
I stood in front of the mirror for longer than usual, pinning my hair back, checking the line of my coat. Today was the wedding photos. I'd been trying not to make it into a bigger thing than it was
