Chapter 163

• Third person POV
• The airport was crowded, but Nathan barely noticed the noise or movement around him. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark behind the tinted lenses of his sunglasses as he sat with the others in the VIP lounge. Beside him, Seymour checked his phone for the tenth time in a minute while Jeremy stood near the window, arms folded, tapping his foot.
• Ivan leaned back into his seat with a scowl on his face, ignoring the coffee placed in front of him by one of the attendants. Margeaux sat across from them, her face blank, fingers twisting a ring on her thumb.