[POV: Sofia Lanka]

"Jack! Open your eyes and tell me you’re still in there! If you leave me in this wreckage, I’ll hunt your ghost across the seven summits, do you hear me?"

Sofia’s scream was a raw, serrated sound that tore through the sudden, unnatural silence of the snow-choked cockpit. The world was tilted at a violent forty-five-degree angle, the smells of expensive leather and hydraulic fluid replaced by the biting, metallic scent of blood and the frozen sting of the Swiss air. She was hanging by her harness, the nylon webbing cutting deep into her shoulders, while the wind howled through the shattered windshield like a choir of...