Troy
Chaos wasn’t the right word to describe what had happened. I watched in horror as Maeve collapsed in Rosalie’s arms, her eyes going still and sightless.
Ethan was screaming at the pilot to land the plane, and suddenly we were plummeting to the ground, holding on for dear life as the plane landed roughly in a field just outside of Mirage.
Ethan told me it would be a bumpy landing, even though this seaplane was equipped to land on the ground. Still, it needed a runway, and all we had was a field.
I carried Maeve out of the plane, Ethan close behind me with Rosalie in his arms. Steven was talking frantically into a radio, trying to find someone to help us, to help Maeve, who was panting in my arms as I laid her down in the grass.
“Warriors are on their way; they’re going to get her to the hospital. It’s only–only half an hour from here—” Ethan stammered as he struggled with Rosalie, who was fighting against him.
“Let me go, Ethan!” she snapped.