Chapter 83
Rylee screamed her daughter’s name with every ounce of air in her lungs, but the sound was swallowed whole. The brutal roar of the twin engines, tripled by the rhythmic thundering of the Atlantic waves against the hulls, created a wall of noise that drowned out her cries before they could reach the Obsidian.
Across the churning gap, Aurora was a whirlwind of defiance. The small girl fought with a frantic, rhythmic desperation, her tiny hands shoving against Marina’s grip. Even after a week in captivity, after the exhaustion and the fear should have broken her, Aurora still carried a fire that refused to be extinguished.
Seeing that spark, and the refusal to submit, caused a strange, sudden shift in Rylee’s chest. For a split second, the paralyzing worry that had defined her e
