Lena sat opposite Theon, her back pressed into the seat. She drew in a deep breath and shut her eyes as the plane lifted off the ground. Her fingers clenched. Theon watched her, a faint smirk on his lips. A few minutes passed, and she felt the angle level out. The weight in her chest eased.

The steady hum of the aircraft settled around them. Lena slowly opened her eyes, and she looked around, then let out a breath. A soft chuckle came from across her, and she turned, frowning. “What was that for?” Theon leaned back, head tilted, his light blond hair catching the cabin light. “For someone with...