Vivian sank into the warm, leather seat that seemed to wrap its arms around her sore, bruised body. Closing her eyes, she could feel the vibration of the seat, the roar of the engine, and the pressure on her chest grow heavy as the plane lifted into the air.
They were finally leaving.
“A drink?” Everett offered, holding the glass in front of her face. Vivian took it and shot the whiskey back as Everett slid into the seat across from her. He swirled the liquid in his only glass, only taking a small sip. “How are you healing?” he finally asked.
“I’ll be okay.”
“You are healing through?” Vivian nodded, slightly pulling up her shirt to show Everett that the wound was almost completely healed at this point. She could feel the warmth of his breath as he let out a sigh of relief.
“Seems the elixir is still working.”