Noah's pov
Halfway through the flight, while the city lights of Ravaryn burned beneath the private jet like a field of fallen stars, I stared out the window and wondered why the hell I had agreed to this.
“Try not to look like you’re attending a funeral,” Cassian muttered from the seat across from me.
I glanced at him. He looked different now than the brother I used to know. Still dangerous. Still impossible. But fatherhood and disappointment had carved something harder into him. There was less recklessness in his eyes these days. More damage.
“You always know how to make an entrance,” I said dryly.
Cassian smirked faintly. “And you always know how to ruin one.”
Across from him, Elena sat quietly with their son sleeping against her shoulder, his small hand curled against her silk
