Page 8 of X-Clan The Origin

The snap reached my ears, even over the engine’s vibrations, the sound of the neck breaking sending a chill down my spine.

So easy.

So immediate.

And yet the jet was angled in a way that was going to kill us if we didn’t do something quickly.

I started to unbuckle my seat belt, but Jonas stilled me with a lethal look. “Stay.” The word wrapped around me like a noose, demanding my submission.

I held up my hands to show that I was obeying.

And he made his way to the cockpit.

“Do you even know how to fly a plane?” The words came out in a low mutter, the question one I wasn’t sure I actually wanted an answer to.

But he’d clearly heard it because he threw an icy glower back at me over his shoulder before he settled into the pilot’s seat and began fiddling with the controls.

I clutched my stomach as he did something to stabilize the trajectory of the plane.Ugh.The room spun a little. Or the plane did. Or just my mind. I really wasn’t sure.

Vertigo, the physician part of me recognized.Really bad vertigo.

I tried to focus enough to see, but my vision was painted in black stripes.

Really hope Jonas can see,I thought dizzily.Really hope he knows… what… he’s doing…

My insides rioted as we continued through the sky, and I only vaguely heard a voice saying, “You’re going to have to walk me through that.”

“No shit.”

“Where am I heading?”

“Go—” A fuzzy sound followed, the echoing making me wince.

“Didn’t catch that, Kieran.” Jonas’s voice was clearer, but I couldn’t see him, my vision still unfocused. “Kieran?Fuck.”

The atmosphere changed again, making me queasy.

“We need to land.” The words were clear, Jonas’s voice loud. But I didn’t know if they were for me or Kieran.

Is he talking to him on the comms? Is that what they’re even called on a plane?I wasn’t sure.

“Whatever you do, don’t get up,” Jonas added.

That must have been for me. Rather than acknowledge him, I just tried to sink into my seat a little more to keep from throwing up.

Not that I had any food in my stomach to lose.

I’d missed breakfast, thanks to my internal suppressant debate.

Something I was a bit thankful for now as the plane dipped again. I didn’t typically suffer from motion sickness, but nothing about this felt normal.

Jonas cursed.

Kieran’s voice came through again, the communication scratchy.

I couldn’t decipher what he said, but Jonas responded with what sounded like coordinates.

Then he shouted for me to hold on.