The jet touched down smoothly on the private runway just outside Zecham. I didn’t sleep the entire flight. My discomfort with being in a tight position made it impossible.
The moment the cabin door opened, a crisp breeze swept in, carrying with it the scent of wet concrete and early morning chill. Zecham was cloudy as expected, with the sky hanging low and grey like a heavy blanket.
He was the first to step out, and then next, me with my small box. The harsh cold hit me like a weapon. Of course, Zecham was cold now, and I didn't check about it.
I looked at Nile, who looked effortlessly composed and powerful, like the city bowed to his presence. He was in a thin shirt, and it looked like the cold wasn't affecting him at all.
A black car waited at the bottom of the stairs, sleek and expe
