"So what now?" I asked, my voice sounding small, even to me. "If we're trapped in here…"
Jason's jaw clenched, a slight crease forming between his brows. He looked at me with something close to defiance. "We're not trapped. Not while I'm here."
The air around us felt heavy, thick with dust and the faint scent of smoke. Another tremor shook the room, and water was pooling fast on the floor, inching towards us. My injured leg throbbed as I tried to shift.
"Jason, you can't just… pretend your way out of this." I tried to keep my voice steady, but my chest was tight. The idea of being trapped here, of this building collapsing down on us…
He moved closer, putting his hands firmly on my shoulders. "Listen to me," he said, his voice low and unyielding. "We're getting out of here. I don't care what it takes."
A laugh bubbled out of me, more a result of nerves than humor. "Oh, you think that's how it works? Like you can just decide we're not going to die?"
