"Stay down!" Ethan barked at me, his entire weight slamming me flat onto the wet deck.
My back hit the teak wood, my vision spinning as the fast boat leaped across the churning river. Glass from the tunnel explosion had ripped through my wrist, and blood mixed with the cold sea spray soaking my skin.
"Get off me!" I yelled, fighting against his massive frame. "We are going to crash!"
"Shut up and hold still," he growled, his jaw tight.
He didn't give me an inch. With a brutal flick of his hands, he tore a strip of fabric from his ruined shirt using his teeth. He grabbed my injured arm and wrapped the cloth tight around my bleeding wrist, pulling it so hard I gasped from the sharp pain. But he didn't care about my comfort. He cared about control.
Above us, the boat lurched violently ac
