Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
We were spinning now.
A loud crack had me glancing out the window, and my entire stomach pitched sideways as I watched lightning hit the plane.
Horror continued to overwhelm me as I listened in terror as the sound of the engines just…stopped.
The loss of the sound was like a shock to my senses.
At first, I couldn’t comprehend what I’d been hearing, then it all came back like a horrific blow straight to the solar plexus.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed.
The words felt like they were torn straight from my soul.
“What?” she gasped.
“The engine’s not on!” I heard yelled from somewhere behind me. “It’s on fire!”
The pilot yet again came over the intercom.
He didn’t sound calm any longer.
“Passengers, we’ve lost an engine.” He took a deep breath. “And we’re missing the tip of our left wing.”
Nothing else could be heard after that.
It was pure chaos.
I don’t know what made me do it.
Something in my heart just told me to reach out and unbuckle her seat belt.
I left mine buckled and pulled her into my arms.
“Are we going to crash?” she asked just as I slammed my mouth down on hers.
It was stupid.
I should’ve left her where she was.
I should’ve done a lot of things differently, but if I was going to go down, then at least I’d know what she tasted like when the plane made impact.
“Prepare for emergency landing!”
I thrust her back into her seat and hastily buckled her in, then remembered a video that I’d seen a long time ago that pointed out that when we crash landed, first class usually died.
That was the last coherent thought I had for a while.
The next five minutes were the third worst of my life.
Things popped and crashed.
Steel tore like tinfoil.
The ground came up closer and closer until it wasn’t just “close” anymore, it was right upon us.
I didn’t remember the crash.
I only remembered the pain.
Then nothing.
When I woke up, I could see the sky—it was still dark and black, letting me know that it looked just as bad from the ground as it did from the sky—and I could hear water dripping.
I twisted, turning my head so that I could see to the right of me almost on reflex, and froze.
I was still strapped into my seat, but the seat next to me was gone.
Hell, the entire plane was gone.
I was in my seat, but there were no other seats around me any longer.
There was a bunch of twisted steel and broken trees, though.
The trees were all bent at awkward angles, and it took me a second for my brain to comprehend that the kind of damage that was done here wouldn’t have been caused by just a plane hitting the ground.
Everything that I could see for what felt like forever was nothing but emulsified trees.
Trees were uprooted. Ripped in half. Split down the middle.
A tornado.
Not only had we been in a plane crash, but we’d also been in a tornado?
What the hell were the odds?
“Finnian.”
Finnian.
I swallowed hard and turned the other direction, ignoring the screaming pain in my neck, and found her lying on my left.
Still strapped in.
That’s when I realized that there was a twisted bar of metal that was curled around and over my legs, suspending her in midair on my left side about a foot off the ground.
“What the fuck,” I breathed.
“We went through a tornado…”
“We survived a plane crash,” I finished for her.
She nodded, her necklace slipping free from underneath her shirt and falling to suspend in the air between us.
It was a silver chain with a soccer ball charm on the end.
“You play soccer?” I rasped.
“Co-ed.” She nodded her head.
“Are you any good?” I wondered.
She smiled, and that’s when I saw the blood in her teeth. “Not really. But the guys from the hospital need girls to fill the team, and I’m the only other one they know willing to play with them.”
I reached up and caught it in between two dirt-covered fingers before asking, “Did you witness us in this tornado?”
She nodded, causing the necklace to slip from between my fingers. “Yeah.”
I bit my lip. “Was it cool?”
She nodded.
“Are you ready for me to try to unhook you?”
“That would be grand.” She grimaced. “My hips are screaming at me. I’ve been hoping you were alive for about ten minutes now.”
My lips quirked and I braced myself to sit up.
Nothing hurt too bad, so I scooted over.
That, however, did hurt.
But not badly enough to stop me from getting her down.
Ignoring the pain in my left hip, I reached up and pulled the silver tab on her seat belt.
What I was not prepared for was her landing directly on top of me.
She landed on me with a squeak, and I grunted and fell back to the ground, my eyes once again on the black sky.
“What are the odds, do you think, of a plane crash, a tornado, and then a second tornado?” I asked curiously.