Elin’s POV

By the time I read on my phone that Aaron had ordered all the airports in Westia Territory sealed, I was already strapped into my seat aboard Grayson’s private jet, engines idling, ready for takeoff.

Fiona wasn’t on the same plane as me. To be safe, she had taken another aircraft. We’d agreed to separate for now; once Aaron’s search for us died down, I would reunite with Fiona and continue on to wherever we decided to disappear to together.

Aaron was precise and ruthless ...