Chapter 16
I’m still in Rafe’s arms, but I can feel him flying now.
I can feel the rhythmic pushes of the air by his wings, moving the hot air around us. The flight is not smooth or comfortable, and it feels as if we’re being yanked forward by an invisible chain again and again.
The air grows hotter, and it burns the delicate skin inside my nose as it comes in. It’s now laced with the repulsive stench of sulphur, ammonia and burning matches, as if someone left a carton of eggs to rot, then urinated around it, while repeatedly striking match after match around it. All for someone’s perverted pleasure.
I take one breath of the rancid air and a coughing fit takes over. The sour taste wrings my throat, bringing up a faint taste of bile.
Rafe gently swings me around and releases my legs, p
