372 The Cursed Legacy

The luxuriousness of the private plane wasn't something they could see every day. Walking down the center aisle, they felt like they were walking into a chic hotel.

The seats of the airplane were all well-spaced and covered in white leather. Every one of them had its personal little table, on which they could write, eat, or do anything they so wished.

But even better yet, was something they saw when Jack sat down. He pivoted his seat, to get it facing another seat behind, with the table now between the two.

The man pointed to the seat in front of him, looking at David.

"Sit."

There was no question. Only an order.

Since this plane was Jack's, and it was the only way he and Alex could get to where they needed to be in time, David sighed but obeyed. Sitting down across from Jack, he crossed one leg over the other, sinking into the seat.

"Do you always travel in this? This thing is cozy as hell."