Tangled in His Web
But the words blurred, and all he could see was the image of her face softened by sleep.
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The flight touched down just after dawn, the soft glow of sunrise spilling through the airplane windows. Lily’s hair was sticking out in at least three different directions, her scarf had twisted itself into an unholy knot around her neck, and her brain was fogged with jet lag. Meanwhile, Alex looked like he’d just stepped off a runway shoot—tie still straight, suit crisp, not a hint of fatigue.
Lily glared at him as she wrestled with her carry-on. “Do you… do you just regenerate mid-flight like some corporate vampire?”