Line of Sight

[KAELIA BRYNN HALLOWAY]

The silence on the plane is deafening.

I am in my own little corner at the back of the crown jet, a monstrosity in its own right with enough space to fit fifty people but sparsely and greedily divided to fit less than seven.

The Prince sits near the front, focused once again on the files in his grip.

Vale, I suppose.

Lord Rafe is on the other side of the plane, opposite me.