Ella
The journey to the hidden territories was swift once we reached the coast.
We boarded a small plane and ascended into the heavens at top speed, and I swear Sinclair didn’t relax until we were cruising at 30,000 feet. I didn’t realize how tense he’d been even after we left Moon Valley, until we were out of danger and his muscles finally unwound.
The flight took more than six hours, though I slept most of the way. When we finally landed Sinclair gently untangled our bodies, which instantly woke me. I emit a sleepy moan, looking up at him blearily. “Are we there?”
“Yes,” He confirms, leaning over to cup my cheek. “But stay here until I can make sure it’s safe, okay?”
Without another word, he disappears out the door with his men, descending the small staircase leading down to the ta
