#Chapter 205: Kendrick's Plan

Once our bags were packed, we returned to Kendrick's black SUV. The atmosphere inside was tense, the weight of uncertainty hanging in the air. "Took you long enough," Kendrick mumbled, not bothering to look up from his phone. He spat out a location to his chauffeur and the SUV began to move again. I found myself leaning closer to Lucas as we drove, trying to find some kind of comfort. He noticed and placed a warm, gentle hand on my thigh. Just when I thought Kendrick was finished ordering us around, he wasted no time briefing us about our journey's next leg. "To reach the palace, we'll need to cover a distance beyond what a car can manage. I've arranged for a private jet. It'll be a 15-hour flight." A private jet? I'd never been on a plane before, let alone a private jet. The nervous fluttering in my stomach intensified. "15 hours?" I questioned. "That's awfully long... How will we sleep and eat?" Finally, Kendrick looked up from his phone, giving me a puzzli