The plane finally took off, engines rumbling beneath them as they climbed into the sky.
Svetlana sat by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight, staring out at the clouds like they'd personally insulted her.
She hadn't said much since they boarded, just short answers and the occasional sigh loud enough to make her point.
Damon glanced over at her, one brow raised.
She was moody.
Not the silent, angry type, but the kind of mood where he could practically feel her biting back every sarcastic comment she wanted to throw his way.
All because they missed their first flight.
By fifteen minutes.
Mostly because Damon had insisted on grabbing an extra coffee and taking his time through security.
Now, here they were.
On the next flight out, delayed by hours, with Svetlana silently roasting him in her head.
He nudged her arm with his elbow. Nothing.
Then he leaned in closer, lowering his voice.