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KILLIAN “Tell me you’re kidding.” “I’m not sober enough for your games, Killian.” “We’re really flying. Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with you?” “I’m calling the police. Can we call the police from the air? Hello, officer, I’m being kidnapped by a crazy psycho.” “I can’t believe Annika gave you my passport. You threatened her, didn’t you?” “I don’t even like flying. It’s scary. I didn’t call Grandpa first. What if I never talk to him again?” “If I die, I’ll turn into a scary ghost and haunt the hell out of you, prick. I’ll live in your nightmares.” “Gareth, do something!” That, in a nutshell, was the word vomit Glyndon graced us with during the flight. Her sense of panic grew with every minute and so did her imagination. I had to stop her after she asked Gareth for help. Because fuck that guy. He should’ve chosen not to join us. So what if he was supposed to go back home on his own and even asked Nikolai for his private jet? And yes, I might have hijacked his flight, but still, he