CHAPTER 56: Drunken Desires

  Stepping onto the carpeted stairs leading into the private jet felt like stepping into another world. Gone were the cramped spaces and fluorescent lights of commercial flights. Here, everything was designed for comfort and luxury.

  I tried to tamp down the awe that gripped me, especially after the near disaster with Alexander earlier in the helicopter. The memory of my almost-slip still sent shivers down my spine.

  Vance followed close behind, effortlessly manoeuvring my carry-on luggage into the overhead compartment. He scanned the cabin, a surprised whistle escaping his lips. When my gaze landed on Alexander, a small spark of something unreadable flickered in his eyes before he gave a curt nod.