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To say that she was excited was an understatement. Never in her life did Nesryn expect that something as simple as going home was something that would delight her greatly, and yet here she was, almost bouncing around the entire room, watching as Mia packed her things up whilst she waited for Maxon to do his final checks.

The man had guaranteed that she was going home and the checks that he was conducting were just a precaution and also just so he could make sure—face-to-face, that is—that both Nesryn and Azriel understood the matter at hand. Mia was in the middle of zipping up Nesryn's suitcases when a knock came from the door and in came the man of the hour, holding his clipboard and an envelope as per usual.