Zack's POV
The helicopter descended with a low, almost deafening roar, its blades slicing through the cold Kansas air like knives. The wind whipped my hair across my face and stung my eyes, but I didn’t care. Every vibration beneath my feet felt like a drumbeat in my chest, and my heart pounded in perfect sync. Lia had stayed behind with the pilot, her smug grin visible even through the tinted windows, while Noor, two police officers, and I sprinted across the tarmac toward the chaos ahead.
I felt like I was moving in slow motion and fast motion at the same time. The world blurred—the runway, the luggage carts, the people walking past, oblivious to the drama unfolding a few feet from them. Travelers laughed, carried their luggage, checked flight boards… while we were running like maniac
