Page 414 of Hidden Depths

“No.”

Ben’s eyes became cold.

“You look at me instead of the woman holding the flare gun.”

The man glanced down.

Willow fired.

The flare struck his thigh.

He screamed and released her.

Ben crossed the distance before the man hit the floor.

One blow.

Then another.

The attacker stopped moving.

Willow stared at the flare gun.

“I told you it worked.”

She ran to Ivy, crying.

Coast Guard crews boarded Sea Whisper.

They contained the stern fire before it reached the fuel system.

The yacht was damaged but was still floating.

The engines had been deliberately disabled, not destroyed.

I’m sure Storm and her sisters could repair them.

Ivy sat near the salon while a medic cleaned the cut above her eye.

Willow and Hazel refused to leave her.

Ben stood near the broken doors, staring toward the shoreline.

His entire body had gone still.

I knew where his thoughts had gone.

Calle.

He had helped save three sisters.

But not the one he needed to see.

I approached the surviving attacker.

John had secured him beside the stern railing.

The man’s burned leg had been bandaged.