Chapter 82

• Alex
• The air was heavy as I exited the car at the private hangar. The jet’s engines softly hummed in the darkness. I hated traveling. Every flight gave me jet lag, but I had to return to them.
• Sighing, I ran a hand through my hair. My call to the jet company had been a disaster, but my usual jet wasn’t available. Of course. Just my luck. I cursed under my breath and opted for another private charter. There was no way I was flying commercial with Byron’s spies, undoubtedly monitoring every move I made. I couldn’t risk this being traced back to Alexis or the island.