The moment they descended into the dense forest, the parachute tangled violently with the towering trees. Branches whipped against them mercilessly.
Mila cried out as sharp twigs scratched her arms and face.
Dominic tightened his hold around her protectively, even though his injured body slammed against the branches repeatedly.
Then they hit the ground hard.
Dominic immediately twisted his body and shielded Mila beneath him. His back struck the ground heavily. A painful groan escaped his throat.
"Dominic." Mila panicked.
The parachute cloth was tangled between broken branches overhead.
Dominic's face had already turned pale from blood loss. His breathing grew rougher.
The stab wound in his stomach had reopened during the fall, and blood continued soaking through the shirt.
Mila's heart nearly stopped when she saw the amount of blood. She quickly crawled beside him.
Dominic tried to sit up, but his strength was fading rapidly. He pressed a trembling hand against his wound.
