“S-sir?” The stewardess’s face snapped up, panic swept across her features. Her voice trembled, and her eyes darted between them unsure if this was real or some twisted game.

Lucian’s gaze remained on Aria’s face, “Speak,” He whispered,

“Should I let you watch her fall apart instead, it’ll be your fault.” His voice dipped lower into something she was getting more familiar with, the dark intent in them.

Aria’s throat tightened, her pride kept her tongue tied. It ...