Salome’s POV
“You’re actually going to make me pay for my own clearance?” Barnabas asked.
The smug look he usually wore didn’t just fade. It shattered. He looked at the paperwork like it was a death warrant rather than a simple fee.
Jeremiah didn’t even blink. He just offered a dry, razor-sharp smile. “You were the one bragging about your deep pockets, Barnabas. I assumed you wanted to prove it.”
Benedict let out a sudden, wet cough into his sleeve. He wasn’t sick. He was just trying to choke back a laugh. I didn’t have his self-control. I let out a sharp laugh that echoed through the private hangar.
Barnabas glared at me. He muttered something under his breath, a low growl that sounded like a wounded animal, but he didn't argue. He snatched the pen and scribbled his name on the docum
