The jet came down over brown hills at 11:40 in the morning, California time.
Aria woke on the divan with her feet in Damien's lap. He was reading on his laptop with one hand. The other was wrapped around her ankle, and his thumb moved back and forth over the bone while he read.
"How long was I out?"
"Since Greenland."
She pressed her heel into his thigh. He closed the laptop.
"We're landing," she said.
"I know." He slid his hand an inch up under the hem of her jeans and left it there until the wheels touched down.
Across the aisle, Leo was asleep with his head tipped back against the window, his mouth open. The bruise around his eye had gone purple and green. Jade sat beside him with her knees pulled up, watching the runway come up to meet them.
"He snores," she told the window.
Two black cars waited on the tarmac in the sun. Damien put Leo and Jade in the first one with two of his men.
"The house is twenty minutes from the hospital," he told Jade. "A doctor comes at two."
