Olivia's POV
After we all finished packing, Kira escorted us to the airport in a hired exquisite van. The drive was tense and quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts.
I kept sneaking glances at Kira, wanting desperately to pull her aside and warn her properly about Damien. About his blackmail. About the danger she was walking into by staying behind with him.
But Gabriel's hand was laced through mine, and Kennedy sat in the front passenger seat turning around every few minutes to smile at Kira, and there was no opportunity for private conversation.
When we arrived at the private airport where Maxwell's jet waited, gleaming white in the afternoon sun, Kira immediately pulled Kennedy aside for their goodbye.
I watched them - the way he held her face between his hands, the way she leaned into him like he was her anchor. The whispered words. The promises to call. The kisses that seemed to go on forever.
