CHAPTER 19
Kennedy planted her fingers against the small dent in Willow’s neck. Please let there be a pulse. Please let there be a pulse.
There it was. Slow and weak, but at least Willow was still alive. Kennedy leaned down, throwing off her own necklace after the purifier hit Willow in the face again. “You’re going to be ok.” Tears streamed down her cheeks and dripped onto Willow’s body as the plane lurched, flinging Kennedy to one side and then the other. The howl of wind roared through her ears. The cabin floor jostled violently.
From the window Kennedy made out the vague flashing lights of an ambulance.
“We’ve landed!”
“Out of my way!”
“Watch it!”
Shouting from the front of the plane. Cries of triumph.
Kennedy held onto Willow. In a few minutes, this would all be over.
“Hang o
