"Let go of me, Ethan!" I slammed my palms flat against his chest, the violent roar of the wind sweeping inside the open bay door as the stealth helicopter pulled into a steep, stomach-churning vertical climb.
The floor tilted beneath us at a brutal seventy-degree angle. G-force shoved my spine down against the freezing metal, but the sheer momentum threatened to throw me backward into the open blackness of the night sky.
Ethan didn't let go. His fingers dug directly into my waist like iron bands, pinning my hips flush against his thighs to lock me down against the incline.
"Stop fighting me, Ava!" he barked into my ear, his deep voice cutting through the terrifying howl of the engines. "You slip out that door, and there isn't a chute in the world that saves you from the water below!"
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