CHAPTER 90
Kallias dove for her, slamming into her with terrific force—the force of his fear.
The bullet hit the rocks behind with the most horrific scream and then with a bouncing clatter, it ricocheted into the water, only for another to ring out from Mr. Runington’s gun into the sand a foot to the side of them.
“Kallias, go!” Mr. Wilson screamed, slamming himself over the both of them now. “I’ve got her.”
She wasn’t sure why she needed getting, but in the terror, she almost didn’t mind, if not for the fact that it was these two men so precious to her that were risking their lives.
“Go!” With one quick look to her, Kallias did, diving back into the water with force and strength that she didn’t even know he had.
Mr. Wilson lay over her, her on her stomach, him on his, lying against her back.
His arms created a tent over her head, and they watched.
The second Kallias was gone Runington’s attention was directed toward the sea.
He searched feverishly, his eyes wild like a man possessed.
That—that look, that greed, that desire—that was what she had always feared when she thought of what might happen should humans find Kallias.
He was playing it out like her worst nightmare come to life.
“We have to stop him,” she said. “Do you have a second gun? Where is it?”
“Somewhere in the water, I guess. It’s not on me now.”
“Well, we have to do something!”
But what was there to do when the boat was some seventy feet away with a gun-wielding maniac?
“He’d have to reload soon,” Mr. Wilson said, only to go, “Oh,” as Mr. Runington bent down, not to reload but to pick up another gun and shoot immediately again. “My God, did he plan for a war?”
“What can we do?” she cried.
“I don’t know.”
And so she helplessly watched as her mind raced. She could not let him touch her Kallias. But how? She’d never make it back to the lighthouse in time! And she especially couldn’t get there easily from this cove. How would she get over the rocks?
Mr. Runington was still scanning the water for Kallias, but she couldn’t see where her husband was any more than Runington could and it terrified her.
With the way he was searching, she was sure he had another bullet at least, maybe more, and knowing Kallias, he would never truly leave.
Was she really about to become a wife and a widow in one day?