"Don't the Epix family businesses own any private planes? A helicopter? Anything to get me to Alexander?"
But Max wasn't paying attention. His focus was entirely on scanning our surroundings. Ugh, I hate waiting. I sat down on one of the benches in the departure lounge.
I wiped my tears slowly. I knew that scent—rain and wet earth. It was Stephen. Was he leaving New York? He passed by me, flanked by several men clearing the way for him.
If I have to die, I'll do it. But I will *not* humiliate myself by asking Stephen for help. I bit my lip. He probably travels on private jets anyway. Damn it, Teal. Open your eyes. He broke your heart.
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Morning arrived, and Max handed me a cup of coffee. Of course, I hadn't slept all night, waiting for Alexander to call. It was now 10:30. Two more hours until the next flight.