I pursed my lips, recalling what he’d done to help me get my mother’s pack. I was being too hard on him.
“Let me demonstrate my abilities,” Isaac said, gesturing to a nearby observation deck. “Then you can decide.”
From the deck, I watched as Isaac’s plane taxied down the runway. I couldn’t help it—I clutched the railing with white knuckles as he took off. But the takeoff was as smooth as butter, and once he was airborne, he executed a series of precise turns, loops, and even rolls that had the captain nodding appreciatively.
“He’s showing off a bit,” the captain remarked with a chuckle, “but I assure you, Lady Ravenwood, he is quite responsible in the air.”
I didn’t answer. I was too busy watching Isaac’s plane dance through the sky like it was an extension of his body. It
