I don’t know how many minutes passed in silence, but I watched him play a few games. When Gemma came into our part of the plane, heading toward the cockpit, the silence shattered like glass.

“Why is Story with you?” Abigail suddenly snapped.

“Who?” Gray asked, and my chest hurt, even if he was pretending.

“My servant.”

Gray barely glanced at me, but Abigail stared at me. I wasn’t used to having the attention of all the Crownes.

“You took her from me. She doesn’t belong to you.”

Gray shrugged, eyes back on his video game. “Tell me her favorite food, and you can have her back.”

My heart leaped but I forced myself to stare at my hands. Did he really remember it was Italian?

How are you going to convince her you love her when you don’t even care enough to learn her favorite food?

Abigail sputtered. “Are you kidding? Can you name any of your servants’ favorite food?”

Gray shook his head, a smile twitching his lips.

“This is so. Fucking. Ridiculous,” Abigail practically screamed. She stood up, but her eyes were on Gemma, and it felt like that was where her anger was really directed.

Don’t ask. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.

Gray didn’t remember anything about me. He didn’t care about me, and thinking any other way was foolish.

“What’s my favorite food?” I asked.

Gray rolled his eyes. “Who cares?”

Something inside me dropped and shattered, cutting the soles of my feet. At the cockpit, Gemma and Abigail were fighting, Theo was trying to break it apart.

He glanced at me. “Oh, did you think I actually remembered? That I cared?”

I ground my teeth. “No.”

The plane shook and I fell forward, but Grayson caught me, his grip on me tight.

His breath ghosted my lips. “You sure about that, Snitch?”

When he spoke, it wasn’t cruel, his question weighted with something else, something I wanted to answer, if only he would lift the barbs on his heart long enough for me to enter.

“Can we have one flight without—”

Tansy’s voice was an electric wire to my spine. In pajamas and a dark, silky green sleep mask around her neck, she was clearly on her way to the Abigail-Gemma fight, but she froze upon seeing us.

I tried to pull myself out of Gray’s grasp, and his grip tightened, almost possessively. Abigail yelled, and Tansy tore her eyes in the direction of the cockpit. She gave us one last look, then headed over there.

Gray gently dragged my face to him, rubbing my lip. It was so tender. So sweet.

I should’ve known the words that followed would be cutting.