—Alec—Of all times to be stuck in traffic, it had to be tonight.

Suddenly, it seemed to move—only to freeze again.

“Damn it!” I snapped and raked my fingers through my hair. “I hate city traffic.”

Kyu-hun glanced through the tinted glass and checked his watch. “It’s not moving. We’ve got barely ten minutes.”

I cursed under my breath and pulled out my phone.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m calling my pilot. If the streets won’t move, the sky will.”

In a split second, ...