Page 179 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Swim, babe!”

Catherine blinked.

Cross’s voice echoed along the water.

“Swim!”

She swore his words carried with the waves of the water that kept trying to push her back under with the current. She couldn’t see with the waves hitting her face, and the darkness, but she thought he was in the water, too.

Maybe.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

Catherine swam.

She heard boats going, and engines purring. She looked up only to see the bow of her grandparents’ yacht on fire, and then a second later, something blew into the side of the boat, rocking it and tearing another fiery hole straight through it.

Catherine remembered those grenade launchers the men had.

Her stomach rolled again.

She kept swimming.

She couldn’t breathe.

Salt water choked her.

Her vision wouldn’t clear.

She kept swimming.

Catherine felt a hard wave come up as a boat engine suddenly became very loud. She saw the light blue boat—a speedboat the same color as the ocean in the daylight—a second before arms were reaching over the side. She was pulled from the water and into the boat in a heartbeat, and suddenly she could breathe again.

Her back hit the deck.

She sucked in air and spat out water.

Her gaze locked on Zeke.

And then her father.

“Get him!” Zeke roared. “Get him out of the fucking water! Get him now!”

“Catty … dolcezza, look at me,” Dante murmured.

She locked gazes with her father. “Cross.”

“Worry about you right now, huh?”

A pattering sound beat against the side of the boat, making every single person on deck hit their knees. Gunfire, she realized.

“Jesus Christ, somebody get him out of the water,” she heard Zeke hiss.

Catherine stared up at the sky, all black and dotted with stars.

There was something else up there, too.

A white splash against the dark background.