Just as those words left Naomi's mouth, she fell silent. She slowly lay down on the bed, pulling the duvet up over her head, not wanting to see Zylan. He chuckled, the sound filling the small space, as if they hadn't just argued. His chuckle was low, almost affectionate, while Naomi seemed to have forgotten they were still on the plane.
"We're not arriving anytime soon, so rest, my little eaglet," he spoke, his tone low yet somehow playful. The warmth in his words was enough to soften the tension between them, even if it didn't entirely erase it. But there was something in the way he called her "eaglet"—as though the nickname had been created just for her—that made her heart race a little faster.
