Chapter 69 The Brim Of Reasoning

• Zinnia
• The buzz of the hangar’s lights was the only sound filling the space, aside from the occasional clang of metal tools from the maintenance area. It was strange, standing here, surrounded by luxury. Reed’s private jet loomed just a few feet away, sleek and polished, when only hours ago, we had barely escaped with our lives. Seriously, how rich was he and is he always prepared for break outs and casualties?
• I sat on the edge of a cot in one of the furnished rooms, pressing my fingers against my temples. My head throbbed like a heartbeat inside my skull, pulsing with the weight of everything I had just endured and witnessed. Alex must’ve noticed, because she sighed and sat beside me, dipping a cloth into a bowl of cold water before pressing it gently to my forehead.