⋆ Chapter 74

My jaw dropped. “Paris?! Like, Paris Paris? With croissants and the Eiffel Tower and people who pretend they don’t speak English?”

Cillian didn’t even flinch. “Yes.”

“Are you insane?” I gawked at him, gesturing wildly between the plane and my own very un-vacation-ready outfit. “I have a job, Cillian...