Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 298(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I look up, just for a second, and the clouds have eaten the sun. The storm is still too close. But there is nothing we can do except keep pushing until we get thrown over. Rachel starts reciting Hail Marys, the words garbled and slurred with salt, spit, and tears. I almost laugh, because it’s so stupid, so useless, but there’s something comforting about hearing it.
Tatiana is silent. She stares ahead, jaw locked, every muscle rigid as she moves the oar in perfect, mechanical rhythm. I realize, for the first time, that she might be the only one holding it together. Usually she crumbles but right now, she has one focus and one focus only: to get us as far away from this storm as possible.
Adrian is helping, thankfully, by tying a blanket to the boat to catch the wind and pull us further away. It’s genius, actually, and maybe he will come in handy after all. It does help, and it allows the rowing to become easier every time the wind catches the blanket; it jerks the boat further in the direction we need.
Is it enough, though?
The wind continues to pick up, and the boats slam together, strings of curse words flying from both Ace and Kellen as they try to keep us pointed straight. We are about to be swallowed up, and all I can think about is how quiet it is inside my own head, like some part of me knew this was coming.
The sky goes black. The first drops of rain hit, and we all know that we have outrun this as much as we will.
But still, we paddle.
Then all at once, the wind drops, a stillness so sudden I know it’s not real. The sky is a color I’ve never seen, a deep blue-green that makes my stomach twist. There’s a moment, just a single heartbeat, where it almost looks beautiful.
Almost.
Then, a large wave rocks us.
Someone screams—could be me, could be all of us.
We brace.
The storm is here.
THERE IS SOMETHING about cold water and the way it stings against warm flesh that is absolute.
Or maybe it’s the way it feels so incredibly huge against my tiny human form, like it could just swallow me up and not a single person in the world would notice, because to it, I am insignificant. Nothing more than a blip, forgettable to it, another soul sucked into the depths.
Yet, my body still flails around, trying to stay afloat, even though the very idea of staying up seems pointless.
I can’t decide if the burning in my lungs is better or worse than the icy needles scraping my skin, but both are preferable to the idea of letting go. Ace would never forgive me for that—not after he made me swear to keep my head above water, no matter what.
A stranger who wants me to survive.
I blink and cough, unable to see a damn thing in the pitch-black night. I jerk my head above the waves, and cough up a mouthful of ocean. Someone is screaming—no, wait, that’s me. Almost funny. My limbs are so cold they ache, but I force them to move, to splash and churn and keep my head above water.
A hand appears out of nowhere, grabs me under the arm hard enough to bruise. “I got you.”
Ace.
Somehow in the darkness, he found me.
“Aggie,” I croak. “Tatiana...”
“We got ‘em.”
I cling to his jacket, trying not to drown him, but also needing my head to stay above water. He has something wrapped in his hand, and it takes me a minute to realize it is the lifeboat. Somehow, through all of it, he got hold of the one thing that could possibly save our lives.
“I’m goin’ to need you to help me get you on this boat,” he growls and then pushes me towards it.
A wave smashes into us from behind. I nearly lose him, but Ace’s grip tightens and pulls me with him, and now we’re both under, spinning in the dark. My chest tightens, desperate for air, but his hand is still there, grounding me even as we’re dragged down.
I think about letting go, just for a second. Letting myself sink, arms out, just allowing the world to slip away. Instead, I kick hard, aimless, and suddenly my head is above water and I’m coughing and gasping at the same time.
Ace pulls me to the lifeboat, and Kellen reaches down and hauls me up as if I weigh nothing.
Aggie is bawling, Rachel is screaming, and somewhere behind me someone is making a sound I have never heard a human being make before. The water around us is black and it goes on forever. My hands won’t stop shaking. I press them flat against the floor of the lifeboat and tell myself to breathe, just breathe, but the air tastes like salt and bile.