‘Darc!’
He was following she thought stopping long enough to kick off her skirt next to her shirt. When he saw she had stopped, he stopped too. But he was still forty feet away. Blue Oyster Cult was going round in her head as she looked at him. She knew he knew what she was planning; he had to. Or maybe the words of the song were seeping out of her as they had before.
She didn’t respond when he called her again. Instead, she turned and started running again. This time taking the death-defying leap from the cliff above the Loch and straightening her body to dive the thirty feet into the Cove.
The water was ice cold but it did its job, coating her from head to toe in her plunge, her body froze and she fought to keep her limbs moving to get her back to the surface. Whether it took seconds
