Chapter 239

Isla's POV

The cabin of Graham’s private jet was a far cry from the rusted truck bed and the dusty train seats I’d occupied just forty-eight hours ago.

Here, the air was filtered and cool, smelling faintly of expensive leather and the fresh orchids sitting in a crystal vase on the side table.

I sat in one of the wide, cream-colored armchairs, staring out the window.

The clouds were a vast, undulat