Chapter 129 Freedom On Wings

• For the first time in a long damn while, they weren’t looking over their shoulders. No shadows trailing them, no hits out, no guns in arm's reach just to take a breath. Just open skies, a private runway, and Knox's hand on Ellerei's lower back as they stepped into the sleek black jet waiting just for them.
• Freedom tasted like sun-warmed skin and expensive champagne.
• "This is ridiculous," she murmured, ducking her head inside. Luxurious leather seats, gold trim, and enough space to stretch out and sin in.