The boat was ridiculously small—one good wave and it would've rocked like a toy in a bathtub. And yet, somehow, it stayed steady. Keira had no idea what kind of trick Lewis had pulled, but whatever it was, it worked.
She sat on the deck beside him, helping steer.
The moon cast a pale glow over the dark waves, both cool and intense.
"This ocean feels like it could swallow every last person on Earth," Keira murmured.
It was too deep, too dark.
Like staring into a void.
Lewis chuckled. "It's not scary when you're on this boat. But soon, we might have to ditch it."
Keira narrowed her eyes, nodding. "And what's our cover story?"
