Rue’s POV

A helicopter rescue was the only viable option.

Percy caught my wrist gently. “You’re not going.”

“I am.”

“You were just stitched.”

“I can still fly.”

His jaw tightened. “C’mon, let another person do it instead.”

“I don’t think we have pilots that are experienced enough for that rescue.” I said. “And instead of risking their lives, I’d rather fly…because I know how to.”

Percy sighed. He knew better than anyone that when I decided something I ...