Standing on an airplane at thirteen thousand feet somewhere above British Columbia felt wrong on so many different levels. So did being strapped to an instructor named Thor. Millie didn’t care how many successful jumps the guy had made. One bad jump would negate the others.
Her insides twisted. Her eyes squeezed shut.
She had no doubt—she was going to die.
Her life passed quickly in her mind. Except for teaching her students and being Jace’s partner in this race, she had little to show for the past twenty-six years.
Well, anything she wanted to remember.
Talk about depressing.
Talk about depressingPathetic, really.
Pathetic, really.At least she’d have an exciting cause of death in her otherwise boring obituary. Not to mention her demise being caught on film.
How many people could s
