CHAPTER THIRTY
Panting and sweating, I stared, not so much as the spot where the yacht had sunk into the ocean, but at Edge. I held him with one arm, forcing him to hold tightly onto my body to avoid falling into the sea below. His gaze was locked on the ocean below, and like his grandfather, I had a tough time sensing what he felt. He seemed both relieved and anxious at the same time, although the anxiety might have been because we were several hundred feet in the air above the roaring ocean below and he would probably die if I dropped him, which I had no intention of doing.
“Do you think he’s dead?” said Edge. Despite his low tone, I could hear his voice above the wind blowing all around us.
I shrugged. “I would be surprised if he wasn’t. I didn’t see a lifeboat or anything launch fro
