When the car pulled onto the tarmac, the sight of the jet made air whoosh out of the lungs. A black sleek private jet, gleaming under the sun. For a moment, it felt like I was still sleeping, and this was all a dream.
Fredrinn was standing beside it. Dressed in a black outfit—a black high-neck shirt, black trousers, and a black overcoat. His hair was all slicked back, his eyes on the expensive watch that rested on his wrist.
There was something about his pose, like he owned the world.
Something thick coiled in my chest. Before when I saw him, it was always physical… s****l. But now it felt too warm, too dangerous.
His eyes flicked to me, and I nearly choked on my breath.
At a maddeningly slow pace, he dragged his eyes over the black gown hugging my body.
“You look beautiful,” he said
