Chapter 64
Lenora
Flying is the scariest fucking experience of my life.
The moment the plane took off, my stomach dropped to my toes. My heart was in my throat. My palms were slick, gripping the armrest like it could somehow save me if we plummeted out of the sky.
Cameron's hand was on mine, big and warm, steady in a way I'm not, and it helped… just a little. But the roaring in my ears, the tilt of the floor beneath me, the way the world felt wrong—none of that stopped.
Now the plane has "stabilized," apparently. Whatever that means. Simone told me I could relax.
I can't. I'm not built for sitting inside a giant metal cage thousands of feet above the ground.
"Here." Simone appears beside me, moving like we're on solid land. She's holding a cup. The nerve of her, walking so casually in this death trap while the floor hums and sways under my feet.
"Cameron's gone to take a shower," she adds like that's normal. A shower. In the sky.
