His Favorite Thing

CASSIA

I woke to the rhythmic, artificial hiss of a cabin pressure system. My body felt heavy, wrapped in a dull, throbbing ache that pulsed with every beat of my heart. I tried to lift my hand, but it was anchored—a cold, weightless shackle binding my wrist to the plush leather of a jet’s interior.

"You always did have a flair for the dramatic, Cassia," Dante’s voice cut through the haze, smooth