Alexander looked at her for a long moment. Then he took out his phone and made a call. A brief, quiet conversation. Through the glass panel, Aria watched the four men receive instruction through their earpieces and disperse.
"Thank you," she said.
Then she looked at Damien. "Your arrangements for the transfer."
"Marcus has the route. Our team is already in position." He held her gaze. "Everything you approved yesterday."
"Good." She picked up her bag. "Then let's go."
She didn't speak much on the way to the estate.
Damien drove, Marcus in the front passenger seat, Aria in the back with her mother. Alexander followed in his own car...she'd invited him to the estate for the settling in, and the invitation stood despite everything, because she was angry and she was also someone who understood that anger and connection could coexist.
