He cupped her face in his hands, eyes as serious as she’d ever seen them. “Nothing’s impossible, remember? Look at everything we’ve accomplished. The only question is, how bad do you want it?”
He’s not kidding. The idea of leaving Perdition finally took root, and madly, she believed he might work out a way, achieve the impossible. There were so many obstacles, but they’d deposed two petty dictators, found supplies deemed lost forever, and set up turrets at all the checkpoints. From a struggling territory, in a few short weeks Queensland had become a territory to be reckoned with. Her breath hauled hard in her lungs, both from his proximity and the winged creature fighting for freedom in her chest. Hope.
“Bad,” she whispered. “More than anything.”
He flashed the cocky smile that once annoyed her, but this time, she saw the solemn promise behind it. “Then we’re out of here. Just give me some time to work it out.”