Chapter 27

"It's all my fault," Lana moaned as she struggled back into her clothes. "I yelled too loud and killed the pilot."

Jory tugged at the door to the cockpit as he replied, "If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. I was the one who made you scream." And, yes, he said that with pride despite the fact that his balls ached.

"Now is not the time to be thumping your chest." He could tell she glared at his back from the razor-sharp heat warming his skin. "We are about to die."

"No, we're not." When Jory died, it would be in battle, not drowning in a metal coffin. However, having that belief didn't mean he could count on any gods reaching from the sky and snaring the plane. Sometimes, a man had to make his own destiny.