Ava’s POV
King Aiden’s face pauses inches from mine, his body tensing against my hands that I am pushing hard as I can against his chest.
He leans back, his expression livid as he glances behind him.
He must know that Cameron is here.
Taking advantage of his distraction, I throw my fist upwards, hard, and punch his nose with the palm of my hand, catching him off guard so that he loosens his grip as his head snaps back in shock.
Dropping under his arms, I race toward the front of the jet towards the opened exit...if I could just get outside to Cameron...
I make it nearly halfway through the jet before a heavy weight is thrown against my back and makes me slam forward onto the ground, barely getting my arms in front of me in time to protect my face from bouncing against the floor.
