A Cruise to Die For

Prologue

Now

She could see everything that was happening.

She could hear every little bit of noise around her.

She could smell day-old food, the chemicals in the air-conditioning and almost taste every little nuance in the air.

She could even feel the floor beneath her.

Her senses were vibrantly alive.

What she couldn’t do was move.

She didn’t know if she did or didn’t blink; she could only feel the heaviness of her own body, as if she was frozen in space

and time.

But she knew everything that was going on, she could see the horror of what was happening around her.

Her only option was to watch.

Watch and wait.

Because now, the horror that had claimed others, the terror that haunted those on the ship, would eventually come to her.

All she could do was hope, pray and believe that she and Wesley had followed the right steps . . .

And that there just might be a miracle.

Step by step. Her mind was active; she had to think back, back to the very beginning and determine just how she had gotten

to be where she was . . .

And how the hell was she going to get out of the situation.

She couldn’t even open her mouth to scream . . .

Or could she?