Landon
Panic pulses in my veins. Xavier is gone. Gone. And yet the boat keeps moving, bumping across the waves, further and further away from my last glimpse of those wide, brown eyes. The wind continues to gust and the water continues to storm and nothing is different except the empty space of air beside me. The boat slams down over a foamy wave, but Beckham doesn't falter. Her grip on the steering wheel remains iron-clad as she presses her foot down even harder on the gas. I lunge forward and grab her by the bicep, slipping and sliding across the slick deck. The wind roars in my ears as I shout, "What the f**k are you doing, Beckham?" She tries to shrug me off, but I won't let go. "Goddammit, Landon, I'm trying to save us." The boat lurches, and I tumble away, my skull slamming in
