Turns out, I didn't die. "Hello? Is someone in there?" a woman's voice called from the other side of the door. It was definitely a flight attendant. "Oh, crap!" I hissed, right before Nathaniel's hand covered my mouth as he tried, and failed, not to laugh. "Please return to your seats and fasten your belts," the attendant said, her tone clipped but polite. "We're preparing for landing." "Of course, miss. We'll be right out," Nathaniel replied smoothly, buttoning up his shirt like this was just another Tuesday. "We're?" I squeaked. Was he kidding me? Couldn't he at least pretend to be alone? "You really think one of us can walk out of here without her noticing the other?" he asked, not looking the least bit concerned. "Relax." "Relax? Relax? They could deport me or… or—" "Well," he said, smirking, "that's still a lot less scary than thinking you were going to die ten minutes ago, isn't it? Honestly, Annie, are you always this dramatic?" I wasn't dramatic. I was practic
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