The descent into Teterboro was smooth, but Raya’s heart felt like it was still at thirty thousand feet. As the jet taxied toward the private terminal, the reality of what she had to do in New York settled over her like a heavy cloak.
Killian stood as the "fasten seatbelt" sign dinged, but he didn't head for the door immediately. Instead, he reached out his hand. "Give me your phone, Raya."
She handed it over, watching as his long, elegant fingers tapped quickly across the screen. He handed it back a moment later. "That’s my private line. Not my assistant, not my office—me. It’s encrypted and stays on my person twenty-four hours a day. If you need me, or if that bastard makes things difficult, you press one button and I’m there. Understood?"
"Understood," she whispered, her fingers cu
