Inside the private jet flying back to Astoria, Cillian sat tapping the tip of his shoe against the carpeted floor. One hand supported his chin while the other drummed idly against the armrest as he stared at the aloof, brooding man seated across from him.
Although his face remained calm, his thoughts were anything but. They kept replaying the scene he had witnessed a few hours ago, followed by the rather shocking conversation he had with Gavriel once everyone had left.
After Aliana had boldly declared their "relationship," she had simply turned and walked back to her suite as though she had not just dropped a bomb on all of them.
Shutting the door behind her, she had left them to deal with the aftermath as if it had never been her doing to begin with.
Ignoring the two humans who had effectively turned to stone, Cillian had walked straight past them and followed Gavriel into his suite, fully intending to have a serious conversation.
It had gone something like this…
