Chapter 193 – Travel
- I wake up a few hours later, my body tensing when I feel the plane shift, angling…downward? I guess? My breath hitches and I whip my head up to look at Frankie, who is already looking down at me.
- “Easy, kid,” he murmurs, softly stroking my back. “Landing, not crashing. Nothing to worry about.”
- “How do you know the difference?” I whisper, still kind of scared.