Page 88 of The Final Storm
“Yes,” the man’s voice quivers.
“And Nico. Sam Rivera.”
There’s static, and I hope Luke doesn’t have to shoot someone again. We keep putting him in impossible situations right when we try to leave.
“I-I don’t know.” The hostage’s eyes widen. He’s not sure of what to say.
“Put Lindell on.” Dean hisses.
The plan is quickly spiraling to shit.
“He’s not here,” the man says.
More static.
More silence.
All of us look at each other, regretting our hasty decision. It’s done, and Sam moves the boat forward, shaking his head. “Time to move,” he says. “Time to go. Throw the radio into the water.”
“Let me talk to Sam,” Dean barks through the speaker.
Sam holds his hand out, and Milo takes over the steering.
“Lindell’s dead. You will be too if you keep chasing her,” Sam says into the radio.
I can’t breathe. My heart pounds into my ears, and I clutch my chest, focusing on my breath or anything else that may keep me from spiraling.
Milo glides forward. “I’ll warn the captain,” he tells us and kills the engine when we slip inside the hull. He doesn’t need to linger any longer, and we don’t have much longer.
“You can’t hide her from me,” Dean spits into the radio. “I’ll always find you.”
“You’ll find nothing but death if you come looking, Dean. I don’t need to see the future to know that.”
Sam throws the radio into the water and motions for the men on the Galene to come over.
“You’ll need the captain’s protection. Dean has people on the ship,” Sam says to Milo.
They both nod, but say nothing more. There’s nothing to say when the bound men are hauled off our boat onto the metal pathways. I scan for Gemma or even Cecilia, but there’s nothing.
Nothing remains here for us.
It’s time to leave.
BeLew come up for only a minute to say goodbye. I think Milo might choke up when he waves and turns to walk away. A wave of disappointment hits me when he doesn’t hug them, but that’s not his style.
He spins around before we get too far. “They’re special,” he yells at me. “Protect them from predators. They won’t always be able to save you.”
I nod and sputter out a laugh.
“I promise,” I yell back. He grows smaller, and I ignore the sniffles of the boys when they go down below. I can’t face them, and there’s nothing that will make them feel better. They have a right to miss their friend.
The water rages underneath us when we speed away from the Galene, the storm making the skies darker and the air colder. There’s nothing but the ocean in front of us and the storm behind us.
“Where’s your transmitter?” I ask Sam.
“In Milo’s pocket,” he raises an eyebrow. “It was his idea and a damn good one.”
“Does he know how dangerous that is? Dean could kill him thinking it’s you.”
