Lulu
Salt flooded my mouth as I choked, seawater pouring out of my nose and throat in one brutal, burning gasp. My body felt impossibly heavy, pinned down by the water hurled at me with a vicious swing of his arm.
When the miniature wave finally receded, I managed to push myself up from the cold, slick stone floor. My palms shook as they pressed against wet surfaces littered with shattered glass. My vision swam. The room tilted, and for a second I couldn’t even tell whether I was still inside the guest room at The Oyster-Shell Retreat.
“Who the hell are you?” I rasped. My throat felt shredded.
My window was gone—completely blown out. All that remained was a gaping hole open to the outside world.
Seawater surged across the room, knocking furniture aside, tearing down curtains, destroyi
