Flight of Reclamation

Raina’s POV

The air at forty thousand feet was the only thing that ever felt truly clean.

I sat in the captain’s chair of my Gulfstream G650, my hands resting lightly on the controls, feeling the subtle vibration of the twin engines through the floorboards. To most people, a private jet was a symbol of status, a luxury to be enjoyed from the plush leather seats of the cabin with a glass of vintage