CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

I turned around to peek at him from my seat. He needed to fold like an accordion on the airplane seat. Much like his brother, he had grown the type of face that would you stop in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in the person’s neutral expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile then a blush.

I continued to stare longer than I intended. Feeling self conscious that I had joined the group of men and women staring, I turned around and drew my cloak closer. Why was he on the plane to Finland though?

Splaying my hand on my chest, I wondered if he could sense my presence. Of course not. How could he? The cloak is protecting me.

But the reassuring words could not calm me down. I checked him out one last time and found him staring out the window by his side.

I should not worry about it. Once the plane lands, I will dash out of here as soon as possible. I closed my eyes and hoped the flight would o