Chapter 37 Thirty Thousand Feet

• Stefan sat opposite, watching Aria sleep. She was obviously emotionally exhausted, and he knew that he was going to take advantage of that—he was going to sweep her off her feet.
• He felt a slight twinge and recognized it as guilt, not an uncommon emotion for him these days. He tried to shake off the feeling; after all, how could he have known what a shock that newspaper article would be? He’d thought they had done an extremely good job. He and Gary had worked on it so it gave enough information without being too unpleasant. Then he had seen her face as she read it and knew he had made a mistake in his assumptions.
• So he had miscalculated slightly; it had never occurred to him that she was unaware of exactly what her father was. It was inconceivable—although she had only been twelve when he disappeared.