Traceâs note.
I saw what you did today.
My blood goes cold. I picture Trace standing on her boat, watching me throw a dagger at Periâs head. She must think Iâm heartless.
I scribble back an explanation. It looks so pathetic. I shouldnât care about what this girl thinks. And yet I so desperately want her to understand.
I didnât have a choice.
I shoot my arrow and wait. The moon appears, illuminating the sea. I get a glimpse of Traceâs boat. I see her slender frame as she bends to get my arrow. And thereâs another figure, too. Someone tall and strong.
Someone who doesnât belong.
A man.
My heart speeds up, slamming against my ribs. Trace is busy writing a note back to me. She doesnât know heâs there. He moves slowly. Methodically. Silently.
I wave my hands, try to get her attention, but the clouds race across the moon again, dousing the light. âTrace!â I scream.
But she doesnât respond. I knock an arrow onto my motherâs bow and shoot it blindly, hear the thwack as it hits her boat. âCome on, come on . . .â
Thereâs a scream that pierces the night.
âTrace!â I rush for the railing, set to dive in. But warm hands haul me back.
âLeave it, Meadow,â Koi hisses in my ear. âThereâs nothing you can do.â
I struggle against him, but heâs too strong.
âI have to help her!â
I donât know how he knows about Trace, if he saw me writing to her or caught me stealing his pencils and paper. But heâs here now, and he wonât let me go. âIf you go over there, you will die. Youâre not ready yet.â
âBut sheâs my friend!â
I feel his hot breath against my cheek. âWe have no friends. Only this family, on this boat. Let it go.â
There are no more screams from Traceâs boat. The clouds move again, and I see the manâs silhouette. He dives into the waves and disappears. I aim for him, but the water is black. Itâs pointless.
Then a wailing, sobbing. I canât tell if itâs Trace or her little sister. I canât see anything, I donât know what happened.
The sobbing continues through night, and when darkness fades and the sun takes its place, I finally understand.
I watch in horror as Trace dumps her little sisterâs body into the sea.
Chapter 14
W hen Iâm beneath the waves, nothing else matters.
I am a part of the water and itâs all around me, and here I feel safe.
Itâs only an illusion. I have to come up for air eventually, and when I do, my father is watching me. He and Koi are sitting in the dinghy. It bobs up and down in the waves. âHow long can you swim for?â my father asks me.
I kick my legs to stay afloat. âI donât know. An hour, maybe.â
âThatâs good,â Koi says, nodding. He looks at my father before he speaks. âI can go for two without stopping.â
I am tired of him acting like this, like his whole world revolves around my fatherâs approval.
âOh yeah?â I splash him. âI think youâre lying.â He doesnât smile, so I splash him again. âLighten up, Koi.â
âStop it, Meadow.â
â Stop it, Meadow ,â I mimic him, and finally, he smiles.
He dives into the waves, tackling me. We sink under, and itâs like we are little kids again.
When we come back up, my father almost looks like he used to. Calm and gentle, without a care in the world.
âYou should come for a swim,â I say. âItâs hot out.â
Koi nods, running his hands through his hair. âYeah, Dad. Come on. You could use a day off. We can relax a little.â
Our father almost looks like he wants to say yes. But then, as always, his smile goes away. âI want you both to swim until you canât anymore. No stopping to rest. Meadow, you will win.â
I think of all the times Koi and I used to play games as