Chapter One Hundred And Eighty Three
The private plane flew high above the clouds, leaving the dry desert sand far behind. Inside the quiet cabin, everything felt soft and peaceful. The bright, warm sun came through the windows, shining on the leather seats.
Chase was sitting on the floor of the plane, completely happy. He had a brand-new set of toy trucks that one of Khalid’s trusted pilots had bought for him at the airport. He was rolling a blue truck across the soft carpet, making loud engine noises. He did not have a single worry in his mind. To him, the scary desert palace was just a strange place he visited on a quick trip with his mom.
I sat in a big leather seat, holding a warm cup of sweet tea. For the first time in days, my hands were not shaking. I looked across the aisle at
