Chapter 75

• Alexis
• The private jet screamed luxury like it had been ripped straight out of a magazine. The leather seats were so polished they reflected my face, and the soft lighting tried its hardest to make me forget how stressful life had been. A mini-bar was stocked with beverages and snacks arranged like they were auditioning for a photoshoot.
• The carpet was the kind that made you want to bury your toes in it. Alex guided me inside, carrying Valen, who was a ragdoll of exhaustion.