Page 319 of Black Reign

Her fingers tighten.

I rub my thumb slowly across her knuckles.

“Breathe.”

“I am breathing.”

“Violently.”

She turns those cornflower eyes on me.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don't.”

Her expression falters.

Still too soon.

I change direction.

“Tell me something.”

“What?”

“Anything.”

The plane begins moving.

She grips harder.

I start talking before she can decide.

“Travers once tried to convince Vale that a private aircraft could land on a polo field.”

Sabine glances at me.

“Could it?”

“No.”

“What happened?”

“He found a pilot drunk enough to discuss it.”

The aircraft turns.

Her shoulders climb.

I keep going.

“Vale threatened to buy the polo field solely to prevent Travers from using it.”

“That sounds expensive.”

“Spite usually is.”

The engines roar.