I turned around in his grip, my fingers bunching into the fabric of his shirt. "I can't live through this script again. If that boy stays near her, he will dismantle everything we built to keep her safe."
"He's on his way to the airfield," Kieran said grimly. "Vance is logging the deportation order now. By morning, he'll be on a restricted manifest to Frankfurt. He isn't coming back."
I nodded, trying to force the air into my lungs, but my brain wouldn't settle.
Suddenly, my mind snagged on something else. Something small.
I went completely still, my hands loosening on Kieran's shirt.
"Aurielle?" Kieran's grip tightened on my arms. "What is it? Are you having another flare-up?"
"No," I breathed, my eyes fixing on the door. "No, it's not that."
My mind raced backward, moving past the screaming, past the agents dragging Hanalei to the elevator, all the way back to the quiet hallway outside the reception room before the chaos started.
