Chapter 108
- (Serelina’s POV)
- The biting night wind grew exponentially more violent, howling like a wounded animal. The churning, freezing waves aggressively slammed into the yacht's steel hull over and over again, the rhythmic thud-thud-thud sounding like a countdown to my inevitable execution.
- I stood on the desolate, exposed deck, staring dead at the bright, blinding shore in a complete, hollow daze.