Zaid
Anxiety creeps into me the closer we grow to the cabin, and I can’t figure out why. After fueling the helicopters, we quickly took off, the flight smooth and uneventful. This helped us be ahead of schedule, and the notion that I would be holding Ember soon enough had made me happy—but the feeling of something being wrong had plagued me for the last ten minutes.
“For Goddess’ sake, Zaid, stop bouncing your damned leg before I cut it off!” Marv growls in frustration, glaring at me. I grimace, stopping my leg now that I realize I am moving it, and look out the window with a sigh.
“Something is wrong,” I state, unable to stop the growing anxiety. “It’s like something is happening or going to happen, but I don’t know what.”
Seth and Dan look at me, alarm flashing in their eyes. “Do you
