Noah’s POV
I push up from the deck, my ribs shrieking with every movement, groaning loudly as I turn slowly, pressing my hands to the deck and pushing myself painfully to my feet.
The water across the deck makes it impossible to stand, so I fall back to my hands and knees and crawl my way toward Daisy, who is lying on her side, facing away from me.
‘Dais? Sunshine?’ I mutter, reaching out and grabbing her shoulder, rolling her over gently toward me.
Her gaze is groggy, unfocused as she struggles to focus on me, a huge egg sized lump on her forehead, she must have hit her head when Cargill pushed her. I continue to scour her face, tracing over her features and down her neck, my eyes widening as I realise that her bound hands are pressed to her throat, blood seeping between her fingers,
