The motorboat's engine growled like a trapped beast. Ethan was gripping Sophie's wrist, dragging her toward the speedboat on the shore. His knuckles were white, his strides long and heavy.
"Ethan... you're hurting me..." Sophie's voice trembled. Her body shook with fear, half leaning back, trying to slow him down, her other hand futilely trying to pry his fingers loose.
It was useless.
Ethan seemed completely deaf. His eyes were fixed on the water, his expression grim and heavy. The evening before, when I was in the gear room doing my final tank pressure test, Ethan had come up behind me. "Still checking the gear?" His breath brushed the back of my neck.
I stiffened.
How long had it been since we were this close? A month? Two? Ever since Sophie moved into the apartment below his, the
