The world came back to me in fragments of broken glass and the stinging smell of jet fuel. My head was ringing, a sharp, metallic hum that drowned out everything else. When I finally forced my eyes open, the first thing I saw was the dashboard of the helicopter, twisted and crumpled like a piece of tin foil.
We were hanging at a dangerous angle. Outside, the gray peaks of the Alps looked like jagged teeth waiting to swallow us.
"Toby?" I tried to call out, but my throat was filled with dust and the copper taste of blood. I coughed, the movement sending a bolt of white hot pain through my ribs. "Toby!"
Beside me, Arthur’s head was thrown back against the seat, a deep, ugly gash splitting his forehead. He wasn't moving. The silence in the cockpit was heavy, broken only by the ticking of t
