(Author’s POV)
The sky was still cloaked in indigo darkness, with only the faintest hint of dawn bleeding at the edges of the horizon. Wind swept across the tarmac in silent gusts, ruffling the coats of the security guards stationed discreetly at strategic positions.
Selene’s sleek black SUV came to a stop near the runway. The airstrip was privately owned, no media, no civilians. Just shadows and silence.
The door opened and Selene stepped out, dressed in a fitted black jumpsuit and long trench coat that moved with the wind like trailing smoke. Her hair was tied back, her face bare of expression but carved with purpose.
Jiang stood at the bottom of the private jet’s stairs, hands clasped behind his back, already waiting with the calm precision of a soldier.
“The plane’s ready. Weapons
