Chapter 128

ANDREA WIGGLED HER TOES and stared at the ceiling. Or the top of the cabin. Actually, it was the over-head baggage compartment and tucked in next to the window the whole thing felt like it was caving in on her. She wasn't normally claustrophobic, but for some reason the tight space bothered her. Her whole world was twisting, imploding, and she couldn't stop it. She couldn't change it.

Someone she knew was behind everything.

It'd been easier to ignore and brush off the emails and threats when the people behind it were faceless, nameless entities.

But she knew them.

Or at least the one behind the worst of it.

And that hurt.

"Zain?" She shifted, crossing one leg over the other and turning her upper body toward him.

"Hm?" He leafed through the Sky Mall magazine.

"Tell me about what it is you do."

He turned his face toward her, his expression blank. Impassive.

Was what he did that bad?

For a moment he didn't speak. They stared at each other.