Elina’s POV
This was my first time riding in a private jet, and admittedly, it took a bit to get used to, but thankfully, Ryna was an excellent pilot.
The jet hummed softly as we cruised through clouds. I sat in the cockpit with Ryan as he steered the giant hunk of metal. I tugged at my seatbelt to make sure it was still fastened.
“It’s okay if you’re nervous,” Ryna said without turning to me.
I blushed slightly and kept my tone as professional as I could. “Just gotta get used to this, that’s all.”
He smiled but said nothing else, and we rode on in silence.
Something caught my eye on Ryan’s neck. I squinted to get a good look at it, but couldn’t quite make it out. So I undid my seatbelt quietly and stepped toward Ryan.
He didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest that I was out of my seat; in fact, he didn’t seem quite himself. His eyes had a distant look in them, and his countenance felt off.