Chapter 47 Founder Of The Project Award Goes To…
- The helicopter blades roared loudly, choking on the sky, a violent hum slicing through the clouds as Yuknov’s grey horizon bled into view.
- Izzy sat near the edge of the cabin, gloved fingers laced over her lap, legs crossed, and chin high. The kind of posture that screamed: try me, I dare you.
- The wind punched through the window, biting into her face. Still, she didn't shiver.