Julian (New York Vipers #2)

“Mr. Langley, we’ve begun our final descent into Lynden Pindling International Airport in Nassau, Bahamas. Local time is…”

The pilot’s voice filters through the cabin of Julian’s private 757 that’s bigger than any commercial plane I’ve ever been aboard. He keeps speaking, but I don’t catch the rest of it because I’m too busy staring out the window.

I never knew flying could be this luxurious as I take in the incredible interior of the plane, my fingers brushing over the soft leather armrest. The cabin around me is quiet—no rattling or turbulence, just a smooth glide through the sky.

I glance around, taking it in for what has to be the hundredth time since we boarded. The handcrafted finishes and ornate details. I didn’t know people actually lived like this or that travel could be this remarkable.