Chapter 87

SIENNA

The airport was quiet in that way only wealth could afford. No crowds. No boarding calls buzzing through loudspeakers. Just the low hum of engines and the soft echo of footsteps on polished floors. The kind of silence that wrapped around you like velvet. Private. Controlled. Powerful.

Gideon’s jet waited on the tarmac like it had nowhere else to be. Like the sky belonged to him.

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