27To Hell and Back“We’ve got a problem.” Jayce rises to her feet. I follow her gaze inland, and my breath leaves my lungs. Our strip of land is now an island, a channel of water growing between us and the beach. We’re drifting out to sea.
If what’s happening here is mirrored on the other side . . .
I swallow.
Harbor paws at the ground and spins with nervousness, clearly sensing the danger. She trots the length of the island and raises her nose toward the beach.
“Can horses swim?” Jayce asks, staring over the wild surf.
I nod. “If the island goes, we’ll all get to shore.” My voice is more certain than my pulse. If the island goes under, will Lucas be able to cross back? Will he be stuck below sea level on the other side of the veil?
“Lucas,” I breathe, cold desperation stripping the s
