E L A R A
He thinks I’ll stay.
He doesn’t know me at all.
The storm chews the marina, spray hitting like shattered glass. Lanterns shudder over black water, and somewhere down the pier the RIB’s engines already thrum, hungry and reckless. Adrian’s silhouette is cut sharp against the night—leaving me behind, leaving me useless.
Not again.
“Doctor.” Ethan steps in front of me, blocking the gangway with his bulk. His headlamp carves white arcs across the rain, catching my soaked ponytail, the med kit biting into my side. His stance says immovable, but his eyes already know. “If you set foot on that boat, he’ll skin me alive.”
“If there’s even one person out there, I’m not watching from shore while they drown.” My voice is low, steady, the oath that still pulses in my blood. “Saboteur
