ZOE DEAN'S POV
Most of the flight blurred into sleep.
The hum of the private jet, the soft blankets, the dim lights — everything made it too easy to drift off beside Emily. At some point, the hours folded into each other, and when I finally woke up, my head felt heavy and my limbs useless, like I'd been poured into my own body incorrectly.
Emily was still asleep, curled up like a child. I didn't want to wake her. So after stretching a little, I dragged myself up and walked toward the back where Nero and Benny sat talking in hushed voices.
They stopped the second they saw me.
Interesting.
I sank beside Nero with a big, ungraceful yawn. My body still felt soft and lazy from the long nap, and honestly, if the seat had been any warmer, I might have curled up again.
Both of them were staring at me like I'd walked in on a secret meeting.
"What are you guys talking about?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
