Chapter 68 Flight Risk

• The shrill chime of Zara’s alarm sliced through the stillness just after 4:30 a.m.
• She groaned softly, dragging herself upright. Her body felt heavy from the long night, but she pushed the fatigue aside. Today was not the day to slow down. She had just enough time to shower, dress, and double-check her luggage before the knock came.
• Regan stood at the door, looking sharper than anyone had a right to that early in the morning—black joggers, dark hoodie, and a duffel slung over one shoulder. His expression was unreadable.