(Aurora's POV)
"This one," I said.
He glanced over. Something in his expression shifted - quiet, pleased.
"Good choice."
The passports and visas were processed within a single day. I didn't even ask how. I just packed a bag and got on a plane.
I slept for most of the flight. When I opened my eyes, the window was full of white - jagged peaks and heavy snowfall and the pale grey light of the Alps in winter.
The resort was private. A friend's property, Phineas said, though he didn't elaborate on which friend or how he'd arranged it. The slopes were almost completely empty. Just snow and silence and the occasional creak of wind against the pine trees.
"Do you know how to ski?" he asked.
He was already in his gear. Black jacket, black pants, goggles pushed up on his helmet.
"Not really
