The signal was small to almost nothing of a fleeting look accompanied with a single fingertip grazing the edge of his empty water glass as he rose from his seat on the jet yet Cassiopeia noticed it immediately and rose before anyone else even registered he was moving.
The private lounge at the rear of the aircraft was exactly what Phei had paid for unasked — a tiny sound-proofed chamber hidden behind a sliding door bathed in warm amber light that pooled across deep leather chairs and a low table nestled between them while the rest of the cabin dissolved the instant the door slid shut behind him.
Maddie's bright laughter Sierra's voice that weaved through conversation, Emily and her assistants tapping furiously on tablets—all of it vanished sealed away into another world.
