I nod and move forward, walking down the aisle to find my seat. My holdall’s never felt so heavy, my hand aching from clenching the handles.
Fuck.
I knew it was her. It has to be her. She can change her name, even her hair, but she can’t erase the memory of her locked in my head. She may be older with a fuller figure, but the eyes don’t lie.
Settling into my seat, I pull out my phone and text Dom.
Are you up?
My foot jitters, making my leg shake as I grow more impatient. The fucker’s probably too wrapped up in Poppy to bother looking at his phone.
I tap the call button and let it ring a few times. Come on, pick up the fucking phone.
“You better be dying or on fire,” Dom groans as he answers, his voice groggy from sleep. “It’s barely sunrise.”
“I think I may have died. I’m seeing fucking ghosts.”
Furniture creaks as if he’s sprung to life. “You on the plane?”
“Yeah.” I grip my knee to stop my leg from shaking.
“Is it the haunting memories of the accident again?”
I inhale a deep breath, trying to ground myself in the present. “Worse. It’s Rose.”
Silence stretches between us and the line crackles.
“You mean Rose Conti, our enemy’s daughter?”
I keep my voice low, checking my surroundings. “She’sworking on this flight. Except she’s blonde and calling herself Grace Finch.”
“Shit.” Dom sounds more awake now. “You sure it’s her?”
“I’d bet my left nut.”
“Not the right one?”
I quirk a grin. “Left’s the lucky one.”
“All right, what do you want me to do?”
“Run the name. See when she changed it, where she’s been. I need to know everything. She acted like she didn’t recognise me.”
He huffs. “She didn’t recognise you? Mate, maybe you’ve aged worse than you think. Or maybe you’re hallucinating again. Pre-flight jitters.”
I clench my fist and stretch out my fingers. “It’s her. I can feel it.”
“You psychic now?” There’s a smile in his tone. “Don’t tell me—you feel it in your balls.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m hanging up.”
“Wait, wait! Fine, I’ll dig around. Text me the details. Grace Finch, right?”
“Yeah. And Dom?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” My brother may be a pain in my arse, but he’s never let me down yet.
