Thursday. Ibiza Town, Ibiza.
KILLAM STARED STRAIGHT AT the camera. He'd taken probably fifty or so pictures for passports. He knew the routine by now.
It took effort to not scratch his jaw. He'd never been one for facial hair, but for the sake of even a slight disguise he'd sport it for another day or two. Maybe long enough for it to stop bothering him.
The light flashed and the spindly man behind the camera waved him off.
Killam blinked a few times as he moved to join Orion and Ivy.
She stared at the camera as though it might come alive and bite her.
"You'll be fine." Orion patted Ivy's shoulder.
Killam studied the man's hand. While he didn't exactly like this guy touching Ivy, Killam didn't have the same violent urge to do him harm as he had with Jabby. Then again, Jabby's relationship to Ivy was different and things between Killam and her had been vague.
Not that they'd cleared anything up.