Miles and Anthony settled into their seats, exhausted but ready for the journey back to Silverstone Pack. The hum of the engines was a steady comfort, and the soft glow of overhead lights cast gentle shadows across their faces. Anthony glanced out the window, his mind racing with thoughts about the future and the plans he should have discussed with his mate. He knew she was overwhelmed—responsibilities and worries burdened her daily—and he told himself that now was not the right time to involve her. He would handle this alone, at least for now. The flight attendant moved gracefully through the aisle, a practiced smile on her lips as she approached the small bar area. There, with a discreet glance over her shoulder, she slipped something into the drinks meant for the two men. Whatever she a
