After an hour of rattling flight, Zach levels out. Marta slips into the back with us, crossing her arms. She studies Elena in grim silence. My nerves jangle.
"R never mentioned you had company," she says, flicking a glance at me.
Elena swallows. "He's with me. That's all you need to know."
Marta's lips twitch in a half-sneer. "You want our help, we deserve answers. We're taking big risks for you."
A "WTF" chill crawls up my spine. Is this their game—to extort money or secrets? Elena steels herself. "I have resources. Enough to pay your price. Once we're safe, you'll get it."
"Better hope so," Marta murmurs, eyes flicking to me again. "Because if your boss tracks us, we'll cut you loose first chance we get."
The threat lingers, unspoken but clear. I glance at Elena's taut expression. We're trading one lethal arrangement for another. Zach says nothing, eyes locked on the horizon. My stomach twists. We're stuck in a flying tin can with possible mercenaries, no guarantee they won't sell us out.
Elena's hand slides over mine. Despite everything, her touch calms the tremor in my limbs—momentarily.