Chapter 15

On the private jet, I took a seat as far from Drake as possible, but the throbbing in my head intensified. My body felt feverish, my skin too tight, and the soreness between my legs had developed into a dull, persistent pain. I asked Taylor if I could switch seats with him to be

further from the conversation.

“Are you not feeling well, Elsa?” Vera’s voice dripped with false concern. “You look flushed.”

Taylor answered for me. “I think she might have caught a fever.”

“Oh no!” Vera gasped dramatically. “Where were you last night? I knocked on your door to borrow something, but you weren’t there.”

The jet suddenly felt very quiet. I could feel Drake’s eyes boring into me, hot and dangerous. My stomach twisted with nausea that had

nothing to do with my fever.