DEMETRIA

My jaw practically hit the floor. “...Where are we going?” I asked him. A sleek black helicopter rested on the tarmac, the rotors still, but the promise of adventure palpable in the air. I’m curious right now.

Marion smirked. “Come on, let’s go. We don’t want to keep the pilot waiting.”

I climbed in, the leather seats cool beneath me. The lift-off was smooth, almost unreal, the city shrinking beneath us as we soared into the sky. My pulse quickened, not from the height, ...