INDY
The private jet door closed with a heavy sound that made my stomach drop.
This was it.
There was no turning back now.
We were on the jet.
Together.
I sat stiffly on one of the wide leather seats, my arms crossed over my chest. The interior was massive. There was an actual bed behind the seats. It felt more like a flying hotel room than a plane.
At the end of the day, no matter how much I hated it, King Osiris was still the King.
We couldn’t fight his orders.
The silence between Rome and me was pressed against my ears until I became too aware of my own breathing. I shifted in my seat, pretending not to notice how tense Rome looked across from me. His posture was rigid, his gaze fixed on literally anything that wasn’t me.
“Where are we even going?” I asked finally, breaking t
