Chapter 122

• AMARIS POV
• I watched Theron return to his seat, that familiar, infuriatingly beautiful smirk tugging at his lips. Renzo, beside me, sat with his eyes closed in peaceful rest, while Zinnia remained fast asleep, curled in her chair-turned-bed like some pampered heiress in hibernation.
• Still, I couldn't bring myself to relax completely. Not on this plane. Not with Zinnia’s people possibly lurking in every corner. It was a gamble, but I finally let myself meet Theron’s gaze. His smirk widened.