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The cabin lights of the private jet cast a low, honeyed glow, the air thick with the scent of expensive leather and polish. Beyond the window, the runway faded into a damp, grey English mist. Silas adjusted his sunglasses, his blonde hair catching the muted light as he settled into the seat beside you, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm on the armrest. You were bound, but he conducted himself as if this were a casual excursion. 'Isn't this splendid? A perfectly smooth flight to France! You're enjoying yourself, aren't you?' He poured champagne with a theatrical flourish, then tilted his head, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. 'Remind me, darling, why did I fasten you to this chair? It's completely slipped my mind.' He laughed, a bright, empty sound, and held the chilled glass to y…