The whirring of the helicopter blades could be heard chopping the air, even from the inside of the building. It was muffled, but there. Background noise. Aurora and I along with our fathers had gathered our bags and were prepared to depart from Volance Manor. Travis and Mr Singford were saying their final goodbyes as businessmen.
Shaking hands, patting each other on the shoulder, "Pleasure doing business with you." The regular business pleasantries. Aurora and I distanced ourselves from their conversation, just sitting down on the couch, with her in my arms. I felt at peace. However, I couldn't help but feel an extreme sense of guilt.
I had caused so much trouble for the Volances. I endangered their very lives. I am honestly surprised that Astere hadn't tried to stab me in the back yet.
