I can see it in your eyes.” “I’m not freaking out.” Eve O’Brien caught sight of her best friend’s sceptical look and sighed. “Okay, I’m freaking out. Do you really have to do it, Jace? I mean, why this?” “Because it’ll be fun,” Jacinta Drysdale-Wilcox stated, as Eve should have known she would. How many times as they were growing up had she used those very words to justify doing something wild and irresponsible? More times than Eve could count without taking off her shoes. “More people die in road accidents than from parachuting out of planes.” “Because there are more people on the roads, Jacinta. Driving is kind of a necessity these days. Skydiving is not.” “Once in a while you should do something that’s just not necessary Eve. Next time you should come with me.” Eve gave an incredulous laugh. “Not a chance.” Jacinta smiled, her perfectly even teeth a bright flash in her olive face, and tossed her long mane of raven hair over her shoulder in her imperious manner.
