"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

Z lifted his forefinger and pointed directly into QhuinnтАЩs face. After he nodded once, he disappeared into the rear.

Qhuinn refocused.

Their coasting was keeping them aloft, and thanks to ZтАЩs direction, that little extra pull to the right had set them up well. According to the GPS, they were closing in on the juncture of roads that split around the base of the mountain, inch by inch. InchтАжby inchтАж

He was pretty sure they were over the property now.

As the plane sank farther, he braced himself, continuing to pull back hard on the steering staff until his shoulders bit into the seat behind him. There was no landing gear to put downтАФthe shit had been locked in place all alongтАФ

A sudden whistling noise penetrated the cockpit, and that, along with an abrupt change in angle, announced that gravity had started to win the fight, claiming the fiberglass and metal construction along with its pair of living-and-breathing as its prize.

They werenтАЩt going to make itтАФit was too soonтАФ

A wild vibration followed, and for a moment, he wondered if they hadnтАЩt hit the ground and not noticedтАФtreetops, maybe? No. SomethingтАж

The mhis?

The sudden buffering seemed to extend upward, and what do you know, the plane reacted differently, the nose leveling out through no effort of QhuinnтАЩs or help from the deadweight of that engine. Even the side-to-side teeter-tottering stopped.

Apparently, VтАЩs invisible defense not only kept out humans and lessers, it could hold a Cessna in the air.

Except then he had another problem. That vital lift didnтАЩt seem to let up.

With the way shit was going, it was like he was going to float up here for frickinтАЩ ever, overshooting the only landing strip they hadтАФ

Abruptly, the rattling resumed, and he checked the altimeter. TheyтАЩd sunk down about twenty-five feet, and he had to wonder if theyтАЩd penetrated the barrier.

Lights. Oh, sweet baby Jesus, lights.

Out the side window, down below, he could see the glow of the mansion, and the courtyard. It was too far away to make out the details, but it had to beтАФyup, the small offshoot had to be the Pit.

Instantly, his brain three-dimensionalized and reoriented everything.

Fuck. His angle was wrong. If he kept going like this, he was going to land front to back on the property rather than down that long side. And the bitch of it was, he didnтАЩt have enough lift to execute a nice fat circle to get them pointed in the right direction.

When you were out of options, you had no choice but to make it work.

His biggest problem remained missing the back lawn. There was only one clearing on the mountain. Everything else? Trees that were going to chew them up.

He needed to be lower, like now.

тАЬBrace yourself!тАЭ

Even though it was counterintuitive, he shoved the drive shaft forward, and pointed them at the ground. There was an instant spike in speed, and he prayed that he could recover from it when he got into the strike zone. And shit, the intense shaking got even worse, to the point that it made him dizzy as hell, and his forearms stung from holding on to the wheel.

Faster. Closer. Faster. Louder. Closer.

And then it was time. The house and gardens were up ahead, and coming at them at a dead fucking run.