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Destroy me the way I’d destroyed him.
Now, Sebastian unbuckles the belt digging into my stomach, and offers me his hand to help me up.
I hesitate. A few hours ago, I revealed his darkest secrets to the world—that he was responsible for the car crash that killed his father and another driver. He was led off in handcuffs, his reputation ruined, removed from his billion-dollar company like the monster he is.
I took everything from him.
And Sebastian Wolfe isn’t a man to just forgive and forget, no matter how dire our situation is right now.
He gives a bitter laugh, seeing the reluctance in my stare. “Fine.”
Sebastian turns away from me and climbs through into the cabin, leaving me alone in the wreckage of the cockpit.
Fuck.
There’s no way out of this, not without him, so I pull myself upright—
Bad idea.
The world spins. I have to grab the back of my seat to steady myself, until finally, my dizziness passes, and I awkwardly climb back after Sebastian. He’s rummaging through the wreckage, and I take in the destruction, standing on what was the jet wall. The small cabin is like a disaster zone; pieces of a doll’s house flung around. All the windows are broken and the side of the plane where the explosion happened is gone. I peek out of the gaping fuselage and take stock of our surroundings.
Snowy mountain peaks. Thick forest. An icy blue sky.
That’s it. As far as the eye can see: white, and dark green, and glaring sun. There’s nothing else in sight.
Nobodyelse.
“Where are we?” I ask, as fear claws, cold in my chest.
“The Alps.” Sebastian replies, not looking up. He’s heaving the leather seats up, searching for something in the mess of metal and glass.
My feeling of disorientation grows. “Switzerland?”
I try to remember the little flight path map from takeoff. Lake Como to London, over the mountains. We’d only just hit cruising altitude when the engine exploded; we couldn’t have gotten far.
“What are you looking for?” I ask, rubbing my arms with my hands. I’m freezing.
He doesn’t answer, rifling through the overhead bins now—which aren’t overhead anymore, they’re on the ground.
“What are we going to do? What caused the crash?” I continue with the questions, growing more and more panicked when he doesn’t answer. I wish I knew where my phone was. I’d left it in a seat, and it could have ended up anywhere during the landing. “Have you called for help?”
“Here.”
Sebastian finally turns to face me, and he’s holding out a coat. The thick red parka looks huge, and I snatch it out of his hands without hesitation and pull it on, thankful for the immediate warmth.
“How long will it take for rescue to arrive?” I ask as he finds my suitcase and shoves it over to me.
“They’re not coming. Do you have any boots?”
His words are matter-of-fact. I freeze in place, staring at him.
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my heart pounding in fear again.
“Boots. Shoes. Anything you can walk in—better than those,” he adds with a sneer, nodding at the flimsy sandals still strapped to my feet.
When I don’t move, he scowls. “Avery, we don’t have time for this. Get dressed, as warm as you can. We have a long hike ahead of us.”
“Where to?” I exclaim, gesturing out at the endless snowy vista. “There’s nothingthere! No,” I say, determined. “I saw a documentary once, about a plane going down. The people who went wandering off into the wilderness didn’t make it. We should stay here and wait for rescue.”
