A Strong Team

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.