Sixty Two

And three hours later we were here.

Another luxury penthouse belonging to Rhysand in Barcelona. I looked at the beautiful view of the city from behind the glass wall in the living room. I took a sip of the tea he gave me earlier, and then leaned my back on this comfortable sofa chair.

"Yeah, we'll be there in an hour, tía." Rhysand's voice sounded closer, and so did his steps.

I turned back to look at him.

"Let the party begin without them." Rhysand stroked my face when he was near me, and then bent down to kiss my forehead briefly "It's okay. See you later, then" He said and then hung up. "You don't like this tea?"

I frowned as I looked up. "I like it." I answered. "It that your aunt? What's wrong with her?"

"There's a party at her house and she wants us to come."

"What party? Why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Rhysand sat beside me, and one of his arms wrapped around my waist. “She just told me when we arrived, and it was really sudden. Previously my intention to be here was to d