Page 144 of Sinful Sacrifice

Sure, Damien could hunt me down sooner or later, but hopefully, he’ll give up. He’ll marry Riona, and they’ll have a baby and live their lives.

Levi drives to a private airplane lot and parks. I throw my duffel bag over my shoulder, and he helps me out of the car.

“This is your plane?” I ask as he leads me toward a jet.

“My company’s,” he replies, rubbing underneath his nose and picking up his pace. “I can use it whenever.”

The sky is growing dark as we enter the jet. The fact that I’ve never flown shows how sheltered I’ve been. Levi is close behind me, and I swear I feel a slight touch of his hand on my waist.

I brush it off.

He’s probably making sure I don’t fall down the steps, right?

I stop in the aisle and take in the plane in awe.

So, this is how the other half lives.

Hmm. Not too bad.

According to Google, Igor jet sets around in one of these on the regular.

The door shuts, and I turn around to find Levi plopping down on the sofa.

“I knew you were in a rush to get out of town, so the pilot is already in the pit and ready to go.” He smiles. “I figured I’d tag along to keep you company. Maybe we can spend a few days together before I fly back.”

My stomach clenches, and I nod, trying not to show my disappointment.

I was so wrapped up in getting my escape plan together that I didn’t think of what I’d do with Levi. My dumbass thought he’d just lend his jet to a poor girl in need. No questions or favors asked.

“Oh, good,” I say with a smile, knowing damn well after this flight, I’ll never see him again.

A bit of shame creeps through me, like I’m using him.

But it’s not like I held a gun to his head and forced him to do this.

Since Damien covered my rent for a year, I have a healthy savings. I decided to put that money to good use and book a long-term rental in Hawaii. While I’d have preferred somewhere out of the country, I didn’t have time to wait for a passport.

I refuse to attend another Riona-Damien wedding event.

Refuse to hear their names and baby in the same sentence.

I don’t want to be under any of their thumbs any longer.

To stay under the radar, I booked everything with Lanie’s computer and a prepaid card. No matter how many anti-hacking software I install on my devices, Damien always breaks through them.

Levi collapses on the sofa and taps the spot next to him. I sit on the opposite edge, as far from him as possible.

From what I’ve learned about Levi, he’s a divorcée who works for some big-shot investment firm. While I haven’t asked his age, my age-dar is giving off mid-fifties range.

“Why are you sitting so far over there?” he asks, scooting closer.

“I just like my space.” Another forced smile.

“Would you like me to make you something to drink?” He points toward the bar.

“Water is fine.”

“Oh, water is no fun.” He runs two fingers over his mustache. “Come on. Have a drink with me, Pippa. We have a long flight to Hawaii.”

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