TWENTY-SEVEN
ANNABEL
Darkness gave way to gray light, allowing shadows to flicker into shapes of jagged rocks and a rough sea past an unfriendly beach. A battered rowboat tethered to an outcrop by a frayed rope only narrowly avoided the greedy waves crashing where land met sea.
A sense of urgency pushed me across the stony beach, stumbling for every step. That boat was my only hope!
Power knocked against my back, sending me forward with a scream. My knees knocked into jagged rocks, pain lancing through my kneecaps and palms, skin splitting. I bit my lip to try and contain the agony, focusing on the rowing boat once more. Crawling on bleeding hands and knees, I pushed forward, knowing I had to get to it. Had to.
Another wave of power, this time grabbing me around the waist, flipped me
