The private jet roared down the runway, slicing through the dawn haze as it carried Jethro and Rashel east toward Chicago. Rashel sat stiffly in the leather seat, fingers drumming on the polished table. Business trips with Jethro were an expected part of her new rank—overseeing Bastion’s rollout demanded face-to-face negotiations with the rival packs. But this was the first time she’d left Scepter headquarters in Denver since Kael’s birth, and it set her nerves on edge. Even though it was only a one-day trip, she didn’t want to leave Kael behind until Charlene and Milla convinced her the child would be safe.
Jethro glanced over from his laptop, catching the tension in her jaw.
“You’re worried about him,” he said quietly.
Rashel bristled, scanning the cabin for prying ears.
“Of course,
