“Yes, sweetheart,” Amara replied softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple.
Vaughn nodded, his little face happy on the thought of going home.
They finally reached a private gate, where a sleek, black jet waited on the tarmac. Lucas exchanged a few quick words with the ground crew, who nodded and began prepping the jet for immediate takeoff. Nick positioned himself near the entrance, scanning the area one last time to ensure everything was clear.
Amara tightened her hold on Vaughn as they approached the stairs leading up to the jet. Lucas moved ahead of them, climbing the steps quickly and holding out a hand to help her up.
Lucas guided them to their seats, making sure Vaughn was buckled in securely. “We should be airborne in a few minutes,” he said, his voice calm but with an edge
