Reluctantly, Jin Zixuan got to his feet. They both cast one last look at the pink door, still closed, still locked, still keeping them out, before heading down the hallway toward their own rooms.
Neither of them noticed the subtle sound of a helicopter fading into the distance, carrying away the one person who might have been able to reach Zhou Yuxi through whatever walls she'd built.
Neither of them knew that in the next twenty-four hours, everything would change in ways none of them could predict.
For now, they simply left her to sleep, believing that rest would heal what was broken.
They had no idea how wrong they were.
PRIVATE AIRFIELD – THIRTY MINUTES LATER
2:30 PM
The jet sat on the tarmac like a sleeping predator, white and sleek and expensive, the kind of private aircraft that cost more than most people would see in ten lifetimes.
