Chapter 84
The only sound in the eerie calm that followed the engine's cutoff was the Atlantic's rhythmic slap against the hull. With her boots firmly set on the salt-slicked wood, Rylee stood at the stern. She closed her eyes and used her thoughts to reach out and find the submerged propellers.
It wasn’t like pinning an attacker or throwing a crate. A steady, repetitive flow of kinetic energy was required for this. It was like holding a huge, frozen iron weight when she eventually made contact. As she imagined the blades spinning through the strong waves’ resistance, she hummed as she concentrated.
The boat started to tremble slowly. The deck was filled with a low hum that was the ghostly resonance of telekinetic force rather than the boom of engine combustion. The trawler lurched ahea
