Chapter 5
It had been the plane ride from hell.
Actually, the hell had started even before they’d reached the airport, and all of the drama swirled around Aycayia like a tornado. Despite Maddock’s best-efforts, she seemed incapable of grasping the importance of modesty. He’d finally convinced her to trade her worn-out cover-up for a floral print romper from a beachside gift shop—not exactly ideal traveling attire. When he asked her about luggage and other personal effects, she claimed that she had never needed any of those things, and when he asked if she had a passport or any kind of official identification papers, she just gave him one of her signature blank looks.
He still wasn’t quite sure how they’d gotten through the ticketing and security process. Like his rescue from the deep, i
