Meredith.
Xamira's big eyes lifted to him, her lower lip jutting out. "But Daddy—"
Draven leaned forward, his gaze unwavering but gentle. "You will go with Uncle Dennis. Keep the others company until we arrive."
Her shoulders slumped, but even at seven, she understood when her father's tone left no room for argument. She nodded, though a small pout tugged at her mouth.
"Alright…" she mumbled, sliding reluctantly off my lap.
Dennis reached for her hand, and she let him take it, still looking back at me as she was led away.
I smiled and lifted my hand, waving softly. "Go on, princess," I said.
She waved back, then turned to skip beside Dennis, her small figure glowing faintly in the moonlight until she disappeared between the cars.
The air felt quieter afterwards, that small echo of laughter fading like a lingering scent.
From where he stood by his own vehicle, Jeffery's voice carried across the resting camp. "We are leaving in five minutes! Everyone, return to your vehicles!"
