The King Of War Returns (Jaden Rift) novel Chapter 89

Hannah stood frozen for a moment, caught between Clara’s grip and Jaden’s silence. The way Clara tugged at her sleeve made her heart race with uncertainty, but her eyes were drawn to Jaden—calm, unreadable, standing like the chaos around him didn't exist.

She couldn’t ignore it. She didn’t want to.

Quietly, she pulled her hand away from Clara’s.

“Hannah?” Clara blinked, startled.

Hannah walked back to Jaden with soft but steady steps, offering him a nervous smile. “Jaden must be joking with us,” she said lightly, brushing her hair behind her ear. “It’s not a bad idea to just walk to the plaza anyway. We could use the air, right?”

She gently took his hand, fingers curling into his with ease, and tugged him playfully. “Come on, let’s just walk together.”

But Jaden didn’t budge.

“The chopper is coming,” he said calmly.

A low hum grew louder in the sky, and the wind shifted as if the very air was preparing to part for something grand.

Clara frowned, arms crossed. “Planes pass by all the time,” she scoffed. “What does that have to do with you?”

But her voice wavered slightly, doubt beginning to prick at her bravado.

And then—they all felt it.

A sudden gust of heavy wind blew down from above, strong enough to ripple dresses and tug at jackets. The hum grew into a steady roar. Dust spiraled around their feet as the unmistakable sound of rotor blades filled the air.

A military-grade helicopter swooped into view, its sleek body shimmering under the sun as it descended gracefully.

“What the—” Clara's words caught in her throat as she shielded her eyes from the wind.

The chopper hovered for a moment before it landed just behind Jaden with a commanding thud, its blades slicing the air with authority. The sheer force of the landing sent papers flying, loose hair whipping around wildly.

Clara’s mouth fell open. Harrison stepped back in disbelief, eyes wide as saucers.

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