The seatbelt sign blinked to life overhead.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve begun our descent into Las Vegas. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts,” the pilot’s voice tuned over the intercom.

Kelvin blinked out of his thoughts and looked out the window. The desert stretched below them, vast, dry, endless, and then, like a mirage, the Vegas skyline came into their view. It was bright, happy and shimmering as he left it.

He shifted in his seat, running a hand over his jaw.

“You okay?” Elena asked from beside him, her voice low, edged with concern.

“Yeah, I'm fine.” He responded without baring her a glance.

But he...