The hum of the jet engines grew into a steady roar as they lifted off, leaving the dark silhouette of Boston far below. Raya settled into the buttery leather of the cabin chair, her heart still dancing with adrenaline. She pulled her phone from her bag, the screen dark and cold.
She opened her messages, navigated to her best friend’s contact—Chloe—and typed: I’m on a private jet. Heading to Paris. Don’t ask questions, I’ll tell you everything when I’m back. I’m leaving it all behind.
She hit send, and before she could even lock the screen, her phone erupted in her hand. It wasn't a text; it was a video call.
Raya hesitated for a split second, casting a glance toward Killian, who was across the cabin pouring two glasses of vintage champagne. He caught her gaze and offered a faint, encour
