Chapter 11
AliceAnd landed.
The motorcycle bounced, metal groaning from the impact. It tilted dangerously to one side, skidding across a metal surface.
Wind swirled around them, her hair lashing against her face. The cliff face moved. No, Alice realized, they were rising. The town came into view and grew smaller. They were on top of a ship.
Faris wrapped his arms around her and threw himself off the bike. They rolled, the cold metal surface searing through her coat.
The surface gave way—no, it curved—and they gained speed. It was an uncontrollable roll off the hull of the ship. He reached out and grabbed a ladder rung.
Suddenly, their momentum ceased. The motorcycle slid past them and over the side, into the chasm.
His legs kicked, trying to find purchase. “Pull yourself up,” he sai
