The hum of the private jet was the only sound in the dim cabin. Daisy sat by the window, her arms wrapped around herself as she stared out into the night sky. Across from her, Louis leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, his fingers steepled in thought. Liam sat a few seats away, speaking in hushed tones on the phone, gathering intel on Natalie’s abduction.

Daisy's mind was a storm of emotions. She had narrowly escaped danger, but the knowledge that Natalie was in Ricci's clutches unsettled her deeply. The memory of Natalie screaming for her to run played on a loop in her mind. It didn't add up....