Mechelle's POV
I knew that at this moment, it was too late for any more words. The fuel in the tank might have already run out; otherwise, we wouldn't be in this dire situation. However, luckily, we could see land—though it was a vast desert, it still gave us a glimmer of hope.
I quickly prepared the parachute, furrowing my brow tightly. The pain from my injured leg almost brought me to tears, causing my teeth to start chattering.
"Hold on tight! Don't let go!" Alexander Duncan whispered in my ear. Seeing the tense expression on my face and suddenly recalling my leg injury, he wanted to say something but ultimately kept it to himself, focusing on keeping me safe.
"Okay." I nodded seriously, a look of resignation in my eyes. I held him tightly; it would be a lie to say I wasn't scared.
Alexander Duncan told me, "Jump!"
