JACE ran toward the cove, the storm making every step a fight. The wind shoved against him like an invisible wall, and the rain blurred everything into gray shapes. His clothes stuck to his skin, heavy with water, and his boots slipped on the wet rocks.
When he reached the cove, the waves were already crashing high up the shore, swallowing the sand they'd walked on just days before. He wiped rainwater from his eyes, squinting through the downpour. The cove was half-hidden behind sheets of rain, the rocks slick and dark.
Then he saw her.
A figure stood near the water's edge, too close—close enough that the waves could grab her if they surged higher. Even through the storm, he recognized the slope of her shoulders, the way she stood perfectly still while the world raged around her.
"ABBY!"
His voice tore through the wind, raw and desperate.
Abby didn't turn at the sound of his voice. Instead, she took another step forward. Then another.
