Yaroslava's POV
As I clung desperately to Jan's shoulders and the man carried me in his arms, I counted eight luxurious passenger seats and two black leather couches with low glass and metal tables. The windows of this model were much larger than those of ordinary airplanes, but they were tightly draped with light-colored curtains.
Once past the main area of the passenger cabin, the Alpha kicked open the door to the tail section of the plane. Only then did he set me down on the floor, remembering to close the door tightly behind him.
While I looked around at the muted colors and rich furnishings, no worse than a hotel honeymoon s
