Chapter 3 - THE FLAME AND THE FUSELAGE
Then she saw Luca trapped beside the broken fuselage of the private jet, and the fire was moving toward him. Panic surged through her veins, overriding every bitter memory of his past coldness. A heavy section of twisted metal frame had pinned his left leg against the shattered cabin flooring, and black smoke billowed heavily from the leaking fuel line just yards away. “Luca!” she screamed, scrambling across the burning debris and sharp shards of glass. She threw her weight against the jagged aluminum beam, screaming as friction tore at her palms, until the metal finally gave way with a sickening metallic groan. She grabbed his arm, hauled him free from the wreckage just as a violent burst of flame engulfed the remains of the cabin, and dragged him safely onto the open sand.
