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Chapter 14: Sky High

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Bella’s POV

The jet levels out at cruising altitude with a gentle sigh of hydraulics.

The cabin lights dim to a soft gold.

Outside the oval windows, nothing but black—endless, star-pricked black—and the faint glow of distant cities far below like scattered embers.

We’re airborne.

We’re gone.

And for the first time in days, the knot in my chest loosens just enough to breathe.

I’m still straddling Nico’s lap in the wide leather seat.

Victor is behind me—kneeling on the floor between Nico’s spread
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