Chapter 40.
The Gulfstream G650 cut through the stratosphere like a silver needle, leaving the jagged, sun-scorched geometry of Nevada far below. Inside, the cabin was a masterclass in silent luxury- plush cream leather, polished walnut, and the soft, pressurized hum of an engine that felt more like a heartbeat than a machine. It was a world away from the rattling, grease-scented cabin of the GTO, yet the air between the two passengers was charged with the same electric defiance. Harper was swallowed by the oversized captain’s chair, a cashmere throw draped over her legs to hide the persistent tremor in her knees. She watched the horizon, where the deep indigo of the upper atmosphere met the curve of the earth. She felt the heavy thrum of the plane in her bones, a reminder that they were suspended i
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