POV: Alaric
My reflection blurred as I closed my eyes.
"It's going to be fine."
I whispered the lie under my breath.
Repeated it.
Like some desperate fucking prayer.
But the words felt so empty and unreasurring. And no matter how many times I said them, they did nothing to stop the sinking feeling that I was losing control.
That I was already trapped.
I pushed the door open and stepped into the cabin but froze immediately.
She wasn't there.
The seat beside mine was empty, her blanket neatly folded. The reclining bed was untouched, and the champagne glass on the tray was still full. I felt a sharp prickle of panic.
Where the fuck was she?
My gaze swept the cabin. No sign of her. My pulse ticked up a notch as I turned toward the flight attendant stationed near the entrance.
"Where's Jasmine?"
The hostess blinked at me, momentarily taken aback, before offering a polite smile. "She walked out a few minutes ago, Alpha Alaric."
Walked out?
