The quiet sound of jet engines filled the air. A soft mist drifted along the edges of the runway, and the sky was beginning to darken as the sun slowly dipped below the horizon.
Craig stood beside the sleek white jet, hands buried in his coat pockets, his face calm, but his eyes restless.
The wind tugged at his dark coat, but he didn't move. He just watched as the black SUV pulled in through the gates, tires crunching softly over the gravel.
Then It rolled to a stop. He was already moving before the driver had turned off the engine.
Craig reached the car in two long strides, opened the back door, and there she was.
Merlina blinked up at him, brows furrowed, lips parted. "Craig…? What's going on?"
He didn't say anything at first, just held her gaze with a steadiness that made her stomach flip.
Then he said, simply, "We're leaving."
She glanced past him to the jet, then back at him. "Leaving where?"
