Chapter 38.
The ascent was the loudest thing Harper had ever experienced. The jump plane was stripped of its interior, just metal benches and the smell of aviation fuel. Harper sat on the floor, the heavy parachute pack feeling like a lead weight against her fragile spine. She felt small, anchored to the earth by the very gear meant to save her. Across from her, Kane was geared up, his solo rig strapped tight. He looked like a dark angel of the sky, his gaze never leaving hers. Every time the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, he reached out and gripped her hand, his tungsten wedding band pressing into her skin. "Check your altimeter, Brooks," he shouted over the roar of the engines. "Five thousand. Seven thousand." Harper looked at the dial on her wrist. Her heart was a frantic, irregular thud.
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