Page 103 of Until the Sea Runs Dry

She wore a bikini and a sarong, her head sheltered from the beating sun by an oversized straw hat. She stared out at the endless blue ocean when she was grabbed from behind.

And suddenly, the calm she had been feeling morphed into sharp daggers of fear.

The memory vanished as quickly as it had come, but the terror remained…

And so had his arm, which tightened around her, squeezing the air from her lungs.

“Get off me!” She managed to gasp, but it was no use.

His hold on her was vice-like.

She glanced over at Logan, but he was still deep in conversation and oblivious to the danger she was in.

She twisted wildly, trying to escape his clutches when he started pulling her behind a tall hedge…

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