Jefferson's POV
"I call first dibs."
My skull felt like it was splitting apart from the inside. I turned toward Javier, who was studying me with disturbing intensity, and managed to rasp, "First dibs on what?"
"On who gets eaten first. When we're starving to death out here, I'm claiming you as my main course."
Despite the agony hammering through my brain, I nearly let out a bitter laugh. Not from amusement—this was hands down the worst day of my existence—but from the sheer madness of it all. My private jet had crashed somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and fate had cursed me with Javier as my only surviving companion.
I squinted at his ridiculous grin. "You're completely insane."
"Never said otherwise," he replied, shrugging like we were discussing the weather.
