Chapter Twenty-OneA piercing scream roused her and Jenny stood up, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand and looked out towards the river.
Floundering amongst the waves, Cross shouted again, the words cut off by the choppy swell of that cold, bleak stretch of water.
Scruffy, her little head just visible above the waves, struggled valiantly against the surging tide. Jenny panicked. The tide was coming in fast, very fast. Without another thought, she raced towards the water's edge.
Cross seemed to be in serious trouble, but somehow he managed to gain the little dog. Stretching out, he grabbed her. Scruffy jerked away, the pendant glinting momentarily in the diffuse sunlight. A sudden wave hit them both with terrific force and Cross cried out before disappearing beneath the water.
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