It was the kind of life she'd dreamt of when she had still allowed herself to fantasize about making it big in Hollywood. But as the years passed, that dream had seemed farther and farther out of reach, and now that she was about to embark on a new chapter in her life, that future would probably never come to pass.
Jasmine was still coming to terms with the incredible revelations of the past few days—the possibility of her turning immortal, her role in the search for the Kra-ell royal twins, and the budding relationship with Edgar.
It was all so much to process.
If she could have her way, she would stay in this opulent penthouse, living the life of the rich and famous and enjoying herself with the handsome pilot.
She didn't relish the prospect of leaving all this comfort to embark on a journey to Tibet, but what choice did she have?
She was only here because their group needed a place to prepare for their departure.
Edgar must have sensed her unease and tightened his fingers around hers. "Are you okay?"
She nodded. "It's a little overwhelming. I've never stayed in a place this fancy before. Even the presidential suite in the hotel in Cabo that Alberto put me in wasn't this high-end." She turned to Margo. "Am I right?"
Her friend was just as wide-eyed as she was. "No. It wasn't. The suite in Cabo was trying to look like this, but this is the real deal." She turned to Aru. "How rich is the clan?"
"I don't know," he admitted. "What I do know is that Toven is rich beyond measure. He's probably the richest person on the planet, and no one knows it."
"That makes sense." Margo leaned on Negal's arm. "He always acts as if money is no object."
"He does," Aru confirmed. "He's buying us a brand-new helicopter." He glanced at Edgar. "Do you know which model he's getting?"
Edgar shrugged. "I made a few recommendations, but it depends on what he can get locally. China controls Tibet, so nothing is easy to get over there."
Negal leaned down and smirked at Margo. "Do you want to see where we are going to sleep?"
Dagor cleared his throat. "About that. One of us needs to go across the vestibule to the other penthouse." He pulled a coin from his pocket. "Do you want to flip for it?"
Negal pursed his lips. "No need. You and Frankie can have this one. Margo and I will go with Jasmine and Edgar to the other one."
The butler dipped his head. "Very well. Please, follow me." He started to walk toward the door.
As Jasmine and Edgar followed the butler, she told herself this was only a temporary respite before the true adventure began. But that didn't mean she couldn't savor it and commit everything to memory, which reminded her that she still didn't have a phone and needed one as soon as possible.
"Can we go shopping?" she asked Edgar. "I need to get a new phone."
3
EDGAR
Edgar shook his head. "You can't just go out and buy a phone. You need to get a special-issue satellite clan phone that works anywhere globally."
There was still so much that Jasmine didn't know, and the type of phone she could or couldn't use was just the tip of the iceberg.
She had no clue that Aru and his teammates were not mere immortals but gods and that they had been sent from the distant planet of the gods to search for the missing Kra-ell pods. They had also been tasked with finding out whether any of the exiled gods or their descendants had survived after the bombing that had killed almost all of them five thousand years ago, but that was not something that she needed to know.
Or so he thought.
No one had told him what he was allowed to tell her, and Edgar wasn't taking any chances.
The question was whether he should wait until tomorrow for Kian's visit or find a quiet spot and call Onegus for guidance.
"You can use mine until you get a new one," Frankie offered, then frowned. "Now that I'm immortal, will the restriction on who I can call get removed?"
Dagor pursed his lips. "I hope so. William probably can do that remotely."
The butler cleared his throat, reminding them he was waiting by the door to show them the other penthouse.