Zoe POV

My body has fully recovered, and the feeling of exhaustion has completely vanished.

'Good enough,' Iris says.

"Good enough," I agree, out loud this time, and I'm already pulling open the wardrobe to find something that isn't a gown.

James is in the doorway of the adjoining room when I step out with my bag half-packed, his arms crossed and a look on his face that means he's already done the same math I have. "Ready?" he says.

"More than ready." I drop the ...