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Two hours later, Makayla clung to the helm with white knuckles. The Defiance slid down the receding edge of a wave only to have the one following it crash over the bow. The force of it almost jerked her off her feet.
Lightning danced around them, lighting up the dark clouds as thunder exploded in one deafening boom after another. Tyrell clung to the bar next to her. His arms wrapped on each side of her as he tried to support her from behind. Both of them bent their knees in preparation for the heart-wrenching crash at the bottom of the trough.
A low cry escaped Makayla when she felt Tyrell’s body being pulled away when the Defiance tilted at a crazy angle. His body spun around and he fell to one knee, holding onto the hand grip bolted into the side of the console with his left hand.
