The city lights glistened through the windows of the car as we pulled up to the terminal. The familiar hum of JFK Airport buzzed around us, muted by the glass that separated us from the chaos outside. I glanced over at Lysander, whose expression was as unreadable as always. My stomach twisted, not sure how he’d react to the night ahead.

I took a breath, my voice low. “Are you sure you’ll be okay with Ava staying with us for the next few days?”

Lysander’s gaze shifted to ...