FIA
The lobby at Moonhaven felt too quiet for checkout hour.
We stood in the space while Cian handled the formalities, my bag slung over one shoulder and his duffel at my feet. Staff moved through the space with that same professional grace they'd maintained throughout our stay, eyes sliding past us with discretion.
In that moment, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
I pulled it out, glanced at the screen, and felt my stomach tighten. The name staring back at me carried too much weight even if was already this late in the morning.
Father.
I declined the call and shoved the phone back into my pocket.
Cian finished with the front desk and turned toward me. His gaze went immediately to my face, reading something there I hadn't meant to show.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." The lie came automatically.
He crossed the distance between us and stopped close enough that I had to tilt my head back to meet his eyes. "It's not nothing."
