Crave (Crave Series)

00 If You’re Not Living on the Edge, You’re Taking Up Too Much Space

If You’re Not Livingon the Edge, You’reTaking Up Too Much Space

I stand at the outer tarmac door staring at the plane I am about to get on and try my hardest not to freak the f out.

It’s easier said than done.

Not just because I’m about to leave behind everything I know, though up until two minutes ago, that was my main concern. Now, though, as I stare at this plane that I’m not even sure deserves the dignity of being called a plane, a whole new level of panic is setting in.

“So, Grace.” The man my uncle Finn sent to pick me up looks down at me with a patient smile. Philip, I think he said his name was, but I can’t be sure. It’s hard to hear him over the wild beating of my heart. “Are you ready for an adventure?”

No. No, I am not the least bit ready—for an adventure or anything else that’s about to come my way.

If you had told me a month ago that I would be standing on the outskirts of an airport in Fairbanks, Alaska, I would’ve said that you were misinformed. And if you had told me that the whole reason I was in Fairbanks was to catch the tiniest puddle jumper in existence to what feels like the very edge of the world—or, in this case, a town on the edge of Denali, the highest mountain in North America—I would have said that you were high as a freaking kite.

But a lot can change in thirty days. And even more can get ripped away.

In fact, the only thing I have been able to count on these past few weeks is that no matter how bad things are, they can always get worse…