Elin’s POV

The hum of the private jet’s engines filled the cabin as we soared toward Westia territory. I leaned against the plush seat, my body heavy, my head throbbing. The air felt stifling, despite the cool breeze from the overhead vent. My skin burned, and a wave of dizziness made me clutch the armrest.

Aaron sat beside me, his sharp blue eyes scanning my face. “Elin, you don’t look right,” he said, his voice low but laced with concern. He reached out, his large hand brushing my ...