Blue held her breath. She was held tight against Bray's side, his long fingers digging into her hip. And they were moving at a breakneck pace through the water. She'd known the second she'd hit the water that her chances of being saved were zero, their plan and their trust in Finn had been a mistake. But she'd done it. Now she wished she hadn't, the only one that got anything out of this badly executed plan, was Finn. And she sure as hell wasn't going to count on him to come to her rescue. So she dug her own fingers into Bray and held on for dear life. Hoping they'd get to dry land and air before her brain exploded.
Hours later, or what sure as hell felt like hours, she grunted as she was flung onto dry land. She landed hard, the breath she'd been holding knocked out of her in a whoosh o
