GRAYSON'S EYES held hers for a fraction too long—dark, intent, and flickering with something that made her stomach twist. Then he looked away, jaw tight, and moved back to the sink as if nothing had happened.
Mailah exhaled slowly, her fingers tightening around the coffee cup.
"So," Oliver said, breaking the moment with perfect timing, "what's the plan for today? More pretending we're on a normal vacation, or do we actually explore the countryside?"
Lucien perked up immediately. "Oh! There's a market in the village today. We could pretend to be normal humans doing normal human things."
"You mean you want to flirt with locals and steal pastries," Elin said flatly, not looking up from her phone.
"I prefer to call it 'cultural immersion' and 'sampling local cuisine.'"
"Theft. You mean theft."
"Perspective."
