Chapter 82

Mia didn’t remember when sleep claimed her. One moment she was watching clouds drift by through the window, the next everything blurred into velvet darkness.

The gentle hum of the plane was oddly comforting. Warmth surrounded her. Her last thought was how safe she felt..... wrapped in silence, close to him.

Then, faintly, a jolt..... no, arms. Strong, firm arms around her body. Stefan?

She stirred slightly, but her limbs felt heavy and her eyes refused to open. Her cheek found the crook of something.... a shoulder? His shoulder. The scent of his cologne confirmed it.

She registered the low murmur of voices, the shifting of air as...