Chapter 112

The jet sliced through the clouds, a silver predator in an endless blue. The city was a forgotten smudge below, and for the first time in weeks, true silence descended. Except it was a lie. Silence was impossible with the way Leo was watching me. His gaze was a physical weight, golden and intense, tracking the nervous flutter of my fingers as I reached for the champagne flute. I could feel it like a brand on my skin, hot and possessive. "Relaxation," I reminded him, my voice unnaturally high. "You promised. Two weeks of nothing but peace." A dark, sinful smile curved his mouth. "And this," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and want, "is my definition of peace." The click of his seatbelt echoed in the cabin. In one fluid, predatory motion, he was up, closing the distance between us in three strides. The air crackled, thickening with his intent. My heart hammered against my ribs. "Leo—" His hand cupped my chin, tilting my face up to his. There was no escape. "My Luna. My wife. My e