“Are you ready, Evalyn?”
I frantically shake my head, my brain stuttering and trying to recall the guy’s name. I know that I know his name, it’s just nowhere to be found in my memory. I’m drawing a complete blank, and all I can do is blink at him.
My feet have gone completely numb in these boots I’m wearing, and this jumpsuit is starting to feel kind of damp with how much I’m sweating.
And my heart? I don’t even want to think about it.
I don’t want to think about how hard it’s beating right now, like a whole stampede of horses are trampling my chest. I don’t want to think about the whooshing sound in my ears, the way my hair feels completely soaked underneath my helmet, and how my goggles are starting to fog up so now I really can’t see.
Wonderful. Spectacular.
I’m going to die, I k
