My Great Escape Led Me to You (Emily Blair) novel Chapter 1309

It was as if he was genuinely terrified she was going to throw herself off his back again.

Panting heavily, Andrew ground out, "Do not jump off. Do not fight me on this."

With death charging right behind them, Emily's emotions were a violent mess. She snarled, "Just drop me! They're right on top of us! Listen to reason, go save yourself and come back!"

Andrew's voice turned pitch-black. "Never."

Driven mad by his stubbornness, Emily started hammering her fists against his shoulders.

"Andrew! Are you psychotic?!"

His fingers dug so brutally into her thighs she felt like her bones might snap. The words ripped from the very bottom of his throat.

"I'd rather die than let you go."

Emily's breath hitched violently, her eyes blowing wide open as his words struck her straight in the chest.

"You..."

The chaotic thundering of boots was practically echoing in their ears.

"Fuck! Stop running! Stand still!"

Emily ripped her gaze over her shoulder. The three killers were less than ten feet away, their faces twisted with lethal intent, the heavy machetes swinging in their hands.

She whipped her head back, pleading directly into his ear. "Drop me, Andrew. I swear to God."

"And I swear to God I won't."

He hitched her higher, his entire body bracing for impact. "Hold tight."

Only then did Emily realize that Andrew had aggressively steered them straight toward the rim of the massive, treacherous drop-off she had noticed earlier. His eyes were locked dead on the edge.

The sheer insanity of his plan dawned on her. She strangled him in a chokehold. "What are you doing?!"

He sucked in a ragged breath. "We're jumping. So lock down."

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