The impact with the water felt like hitting a wall of solid ice.
The cold was absolute, a physical weight that crushed the remaining air from my lungs and sent my senses into a chaotic spiral of dark blue and bubbles. For a terrifying moment, I didn’t know which way was up. The red silk of my dress, once a symbol of Isaac’s ownership, now acted like a shroud, dragging me down into the crushing depths of the Atlantic.
My lungs burned. My vision started to fray at the edges, turning gray and fuzzy. Just as the darkness beckoned me to let go, a powerful hand gripped my waist.
Razack.
Even under the freezing water, I felt the electric jolt of his touch. He kicked with a desperate strength, pulling us toward the surface. We broke the water’s skin with a collective gasp, the night air hittin
