Kobe had her pressed tight to his chest but they were so far from the ground. His body curled around hers; his hair wrapped its way across her back and behind, holding her still. Kobe’s large tree-trunk arms cocooned her body, his legs pulled up. They fell, moving as would a bullet. Flashes of sky seeped through his thick hair to offer glimpses of their rapid descent. The breeze made it hard to breathe at times. Falling was too surreal, she knew they were falling, knew they would eventually hit the ground and yet she could still hear and think—ponder her demise. Was death better? Zuri had felt caged while in Kobe’s cabin; knowing hundreds of aliens wanted to gawk at her was frightening, hurtful. Then to learn she was wanted for a tactical maneuver. All she had wanted was her freedom. This was so unfair. Kobe should have let her leave; now, they would die. Zuri winced when they hit something. From the corners of her eyes, she saw thick, hunter green vegetation zipping by. The snapping sound of branches being broken reached her ears, and she was hopeful it wasn’t Kobe’s limbs shattering.
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