EMILY POV

Before I knew it, we were on a private jet. Declan was shy at first, but it didn't take him long to warm-up to Ian. I was happy to fade into the background while the two got reaqquainted. I only occasionally added a laugh or smile to the conversation. About three hours into the flight, I began blocking them out and starring out the window, losing myself in my thoughts. My thinking wasn't really about anything in particular until on thought ran through my mind. A thought that sent small shivers down my spine.

The team. Were they okay? Were they still looking for me? Were they gonna find me? Save me? But the better question was: Did I want them to find me? Declan and I were in no real immediate danger. And, most importantly, Declan had his dad back.

AN: Okay so sorry I have neglected this story and my other one for over a month. I'm gonna try to get better at that lol. Review!