The desire to murder Ducan went in my head the instant he decided to involve me with his flying in such abruptness. I feel the cold blowing on my cheeks, and I squint my eyes from the fog.
My grip tightens on Ducan's waist as I look at the ground that's far below. A rush of discomfort made my stomach twist when I look down, bringing back the thought of my fear of heights.
I'm going to slice Ducan in half.
The flight to his tower took a short but distressing time because the girl that had to endure it is afraid of heights. And when my feet touched the window sill of his workplace, I could finally breathe out relief.
Ducan loosens his arms around my waist while I did the same, but before I step down from the window, I gather my strength and push Ducan backward. He did not see it coming that I caught his priceless expression before he drops back down.
