Cecilia's pov
I noticed Tang's body go still just as he reached for the cabin door.
It was the kind of stillness that made your instincts sit up and listen.
I squeezed Harper's hand.
"Hmm?" she asked, assuming it was motion sickness.
I gave her that look. The one she always knew how to read.
She immediately straightened and turned her head, pretending to stretch while scanning the outside.
Her movements were casual, but I could feel the tension in her fingers. We were both on alert now.
We both looked over the edge of the helipad, trying to figure out what had caught Tang's attention. Everything seemed normal...
"Tang, we're ready for takeoff," the pilot called from the cockpit, impatience creeping into his voice.
Tang didn't move. Instead, he crossed his ar
