Moe
The moment Ing lays down the words, I swallow hard and nod. His tone leaves zero room for argument, and right now I’m too tired to fight him anyway.
I reach over and brush a finger across Milo cheek, grounding myself in the one thing that still makes sense.
A few minutes later the jet starts rolling. The engines roar louder and the plane picks up speed down the runway.
My stomach flips when the wheels leave the ground. I grip the armrests and stare straight ahead, pretending I’m not completely out of my element. Ing watches me from across the aisle. His expression stays blank but his shoulders look tighter than they did back at the pack.
I shift in my seat as a strange heat suddenly starts to crawl inside me. At first it’s just a low hum under my skin, like my blood is running h
