Draven's POV
The airport was busy as Ryan and I walked Clara to her gate. I felt sad watching her check her ticket. She wasn't just an assistant, she was family. Having her move across the ocean left an empty feeling in my chest.
"I've got a private jet ready for you in London once a month," I told her, fixing her bag strap. "Don't argue. I need my best advisor to visit."
Clara smiled warmly and touched my cheek. "Draven, I had lunch with Caroline and Eleanor today," she said quietly. "Liam has a message for you."
Alaric stirred instantly at the pup's name. "He does?" I couldn't help smiling. That kid had somehow become important to me so quickly.
"He wants you to play with him again," Clara said, watching me closely. "That pup really likes you."
"I like him too," I said, surprised b
