Scarlett’s POV
I had barely finished drying my face in the tiny lavatory when I felt it, a sudden shift in air pressure, a drop in temperature, and that eerie hum beneath the feet that only meant one thing: turbulence. Bad turbulence.
A sharp jolt rocked the jet.
I staggered, caught myself on the brass-edged counter, and cursed. “Not now. Not again,” I whispered.
The plane pitched again. Steadier this time. I gripped the edges of the sink and took a few deep breaths, but the anxiety was already blooming in my chest. This wasn’t ordinary. My body knew it before my mind did. The kind of turbulence that tells a story all its own.
I flung the door open and stumbled back into the cabin.
Elias was already out of his seat, pacing toward the cockpit.
Jasper, despite the sling supporting his
