POV: Darius
The soft sound of the private jet engine had always been something that calmed me. It meant efficiency, speed, and power. But today, it was torture. Every second in the air felt like a damn century because all I could think about was her.
Adriana.
I tried to imagine her face when she’d sent me that message. The way her words lingered on my screen long after I’d chosen not to reply.
I could have answered her—God knows I wanted to—but there was no need. Still, ignoring her had been its own kind of punishment, and I didn’t even understand why it ate at me the way it did.
Across from me, Caleb hadn’t shut his mouth once. He’d been talking nonstop since we left Mexico. Something about logistics, reports, follow-ups… I didn’t know. I’d tuned him out the moment he opened his mou
