Raya sat in the back of the SUV, the silence finally settling in after the chaos of the apartment. Her phone buzzed one last time with a frantic text from Jayce—something about how she was making a mistake—and she didn't even read the rest. She simply tapped his name, hit Block, and let out a breath she felt like she’d been holding for years.
For a long while, she just stared out the window. No thoughts, no plans, just a strange, peaceful nothingness as the New York skyline blurred into the distance. She was officially untethered.
As the car pulled onto the tarmac back at the airfield, Raya pulled out her phone to check the time. She opened the contact Killian had saved for her earlier, and a soft, surprised laugh escaped her.
He hadn't just saved his number. He had saved it as: Boyfrie
