Chapter 82

• Chapter 82.
• The cabin felt smaller now, air thicker with heat than steam from champagne. Elena sat perched on Gabriel’s lap, her pulse hammering, her breath broken in uneven bursts. Every part of her body burned—not from fear, but from the way their gazes consumed her.
• The jet dipped through a pocket of turbulence, her body bouncing slightly against Gabriel’s chest. He caught her waist instantly, his laugh low and wicked against her ear. “Careful, princess. The sky’s got claws. But don’t worry—my hands are better ones to fall into.”