RAINE’S POV
The jet ride back to New York was quieter than I expected.
Cyril had told me shortly after takeoff that he’d be in the private section for a few meetings. I didn’t push. I figured he was probably still processing everything from the night before, just like I was.
I curled up on one of the soft leather seats, pulled the throw blanket over me, and closed my eyes for just a bit. At least, it felt like a second.
When I opened them again, the plane wasn’t moving. My heart jumped. The door to the jet opened, and I blinked in the sudden light. I looked outside… Wait, we were already back home?
I barely had time to sit up properly before Cyril came strolling over. He smirked and pinched my cheek, the way someone might with a little sister.
“Sleeping Beauty’s finally up,” he sai
