Scarlett’s POV
The second I heard those words, every hair on my arms stood up.
I looked toward the cockpit door like I could see through it, like I could read the pilot’s mind through the aluminum shell of the jet. But all I saw was Elias glancing over, tense and still. Jasper stiffened immediately. He turned to his men, murmuring something too low for me to hear.
The silence on board stretched. The engines kept humming. The jet didn’t dip or shake, but the air inside suddenly felt heavier.
Claustrophobic.
I unbuckled my seatbelt.
“What’s happening?” I asked, half to the room, half to no one.
Jasper stood slowly. “I don’t like this.”
The pilot’s voice returned, this time quicker, tighter.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re adjusting altitude due to a technical fault with the primary nav
