Chapter 67: Meeting Maya

Kaelen

I was on my way to the airport to personally pick up Sloane, a cup of coffee in one hand as I spoke to Uncle Donovan over the phone through my earpiece.

“Since when do you offer your private jet to anybody?” he asked from the other end of the line.

“Sloane isn’t just anybody,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

He chuckled, making me raise my eyebrows a little.

“What’s up?”

“Sloane isn’t