Stranded with the Enemy
The cold water clung to Elsa’s skin like an unforgiving force, dragging her deeper into the abyss. She flailed, her limbs weak from exhaustion, her lungs burning as they begged for air.
But just as the darkness threatened to consume her, strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Liam.
She barely registered the warmth of his body against hers as he kicked through the churning waves, pulling her up toward the surface. Gasping for air, Elsa coughed violently, her vision blurry from the saltwater. Liam didn’t let go, his grip firm as he swam back toward the overturned boat.
With sheer force, he lifted her onto the side of the boat before hoisting himself up. Water dripped from both their clothes, their bodies trembling from the freezing sea, but Liam barely gave himsel
