Darius’ voice became much gentler. “You can sit; nothing’s gonna happen to the plane.”

On the other hand, Erin had already gotten a change of clothing for him from her carry-on. She handed them to him with both hands, along with some wet wipes and tissues. “Sir, you can’t shower on the plane, so you’ll have to make do with these.”

Darius didn’t expect this, and he smiled. He nodded and said, “Thank you.” Then, he got up and headed into the lavatory with the clothes and wet wipes. Just as everyone thought he would shut the door and change, he stopped abruptly and turned to stare at a corner of a plane. A girl who looked to be about eighteen sat there.

He narrowed his eyes and walked over to her. The people he walked past felt their hair stand on end because of their fear. The girl stared at him fearfully, but there was also a trace of stubbornness in her eyes.

Darius curled his lip and said, “Miss, I thought I made myself clear earlier. Anyone who takes photos of or records my people