The jump felt like falling through a void. My fingers slipped from Razack’s for a split second, and my heart nearly stopped until I felt his hand slam back onto my wrist, pulling me toward the rusted hull of the moving freighter.
We hit the steel deck hard. I scrambled to my feet, my breath coming in ragged gasps, as the ship The Vesper’s Cry groaned and pulled away from the dock. Below us, the shipyard was a scene of absolute chaos. The 'lost souls' were no longer hiding; they were fighting. I saw Isaac’s guards being overwhelmed by the sheer number of people pouring out of the containers.
"Don't look back, Christine!" Razack shouted over the roar of the ship's engine.
I looked up at the bridge of the ship. Standing there, silhouetted against the moonlight, was a woman with a flare gun
