Salome’s POV“Don’t make me beg, you two. Give me your word that you’ll be back before I forget what your faces look like,” Duke said, his voice dropping from its usual playful tone into something almost sincere.He didn't wait for an answer before he flashed that familiar, crooked grin again. It was a quick recovery, the kind only someone like him could pull off. I gave him a tired smile and a nod, my energy levels hitting zero as we finally turned toward the jet. The goodbye had been long, winding, and full of the kind of chatter that made my head spin after everything we had just been through.By the time the cabin door hissed shut and the engines began to hum, I felt like a battery that had been drained to the plastic. The plush leather seat of the private jet felt like a cloud. I leaned my head back, closed my eyes, and let the vibration of the takeoff pull me under.At least, that was the plan.I wasn't actually asleep. My body was heavy, but my mind was a live wire, sparking wit
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