|Luna Moore|
The flight to London is quiet, but the silence carries weight. There's no turning back now.
Knox managed to secure us fake passports, and within hours, we're on a private jet heading straight into the heart of my father's empire. Aurelia sits beside me, her fingers curled around mine, and though she doesn't speak, her grip is firm—grounding.
"You nervous?" she asks softly.
I turn to her, taking in the worry hidden beneath her steel-like resolve.
"No," I lie.
Aurelia's lips press together, but she doesn't push. Instead, she leans her head against my shoulder, offering silent reassurance.
Across from us, Knox lounges like he doesn't have a care in the world, swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. "So, let's go over this one more time."
I exhale. "My father's records ar
