She pushes herself upright and blinks at the church beyond the windshield. “What’s this? A flying visit to repent for your sins?” I run my fingers through her hair, before tucking all the loose strands behind her ear. “No, I’m conducting an experiment.” She cocks a suspicious brow. “I’m going to throw you inside and see if you catch fire.” Her laugh is croaky. “If I burn in the flames of hell, you’ll burn with me.” Don’t I know it.
