Page 188 of Whispers of Wisteria
He hadn’t even finished his attack.
A weapon—I couldn’t tell what—began to form in Jameson’s hand, and Titus tensed.
The worst of the wind had passed, and Titus’s steel hold had loosened. We weren’t in danger of being sucked out of the plane anymore.
Well, one of us wasn’t.
I grabbed Titus’s shirt and looked up at him. He was between me and Jameson—features set, and gaze determined.
He was bracing for pain.
There was nowhere to go—he was going to get hurt if he didn’t abandon me.
He’d never do that.
I grabbed his collar, pulled myself up, and mashed my lips over his. It wasn’t so much a kiss, but rather an attack. Still, it was enough to get Titus to see me again.
His posture turned slack as his attention snapped to me.
Which gave me the exact opening I needed.
I shoved him as the edge of Jameson’s attack hit.
It grazed him, although I couldn’t tell how badly, and Titus fell back, stumbling, before he was gone into the sky.
Well… that’d worked surprisingly well.
Jameson lowered his hand. He glanced at the hole in the plane, then back at me.
“You made the dragon fly,” he said coolly.
Oh dear.
My breath caught. I did do that, didn’t I? I pressed my hand to my chest.
I’d better be right.
Jameson tilted his head and added, “Pearson’s going to love you.”
I didn’t have time to stay for a chat.
I looked back at the hole. It wouldn’t be all that bad, right?
I glanced back at Jameson.
“What?” he said. “You’re not going to jump out too, are you? There’s no need for such theatrics.”
It wasn’t theatrical. It was just… necessary.
My legs shook as I moved to the edge, my grip tight on a hanging belt.
“You hurt him,” I said, looking back at Jameson.
Jameson’s eyes widened before he caught himself. “You should be more worried about yourself.”
I looked to the floor, trying to push it all away. My hands stopped shaking. No more fear. No more hesitation.
“I don’t care,” I said, ears buzzing. I was leaning over the edge, only anchored to the plane by my feet and the belt. The wind felt violent against my skin, and my braids whipped around me.
