Ivy’s throat tightened. “Axel…”
“I saw it.” He stepped in front of her again, and she did not argue this time.
Ivy opened her mouth, but before she could speak, another flicker of movement at the edge of the shore caught her eye…there one second, gone the next. A shadow against shadows. Too big to be a bird. Too quiet to be human.
She watched Axel reach into his boot and pull out a thin blade, curved like a fang. The glint of it caught firelight for a heartbeat. “You carry knives in your boots?”
He shot her back with an angry look. “ Ssshhh! Keep your voice down! ”
Axel was already moving, kicking sand over the fire, plunging them into near darkness. Only the moon cast a sickly glow over the beach, painting his bare torso in silver and shadow.
“Get down,” he ordered, voice low.
