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“We’re closing the gap,” Grant says tightly at my back. He’s been with me every step of the way, not even hesitating a second to vault into the boat after me and kick on the engine. “Get ready.”
The boat skims the waves, ice-cold spray snapping at our faces and the wind cutting with knifelike precision.
“Get ready for what? I didn’t exactly come out here with a plan!” I pant, sucking freezing breaths through my teeth.Closer. Closer.My heart’s about to burst as the yacht looms larger. It’s so close now I can hear the waves slapping against its sides and the angry droning of its engine.
“I’ve got one, Butterfly,” Grant promises, reaching for the wheel. “There’s an emergency ladder they didn’t pull up before taking off. Just noticed it hanging off the side. You’re lighter, so you’ll make the jump better. You let me steer.”
I stare at him, wondering when my life turned into an action movie.
“If I didn’t think you could make it, I damn sure wouldn’t ask. You get on board and slow it down, I’ll be right behind you. Just move fast and don’t let him see you. If he’s armed, you hide.”
This is the Grant I’ve never seen.
Battle-hard. Steely. Certain.
The police officer in action, the protector, the warrior.
Honestly, the love of my life.
That’s never been clearer than right now, cutting through the drama and stupidity.
The man who will stand strong with me through anything and come out the other side bleeding and battered but victorious.
I start to answer—until a scream splits the sky, so loud it rings my eardrums.
I whip my head up and realize we’re almost neck and neck with the yacht, almost on a collision course.
Crap.
“Ophelia, now!” he growls.
Wrenching the wheel, I bring us parallel in a panic, but I can’t take my eyes off the deck overhead.
Nell’s nowhere in sight now.
But Aleksander and Ros are at the front of the ship, wrestling too close to the railing.
Ros yells desperately as she claws at his face—only for him to force her away with a leering, inhuman grin, holding her by the wrists.
Oh, that asshole.
The fact that he’s clearly enjoying this makes me see red.
“Ros!” I cry, only for Grant’s bulk to shove me aside, his hands brushing mine off the wheel.
“Let me. I’ll get you closer. Woman, don’t lose your nerve now,” he demands.
Another twenty seconds pass in breathless, brutal silence before he barks one word.
“Go.”
No time to hesitate.
No energy for the fear clawing up my throat, trying to smother me.
If I want to save my sister and that sweet little girl, I have to act now.
I have to be half as brave as Grant Faircross.
