"Alright, Miss Cross," Aiden said, or rather, he shouted.
The wind was howling and his clothes, a pair of khakis, a sweater and a dress shirt, were soaked to the brim. He reached down and linked one arm under hers, supporting her and helping shift the weight off her injured leg.
"I am sorry for getting so physical here, but we need to get you off this island," he said. He tried to let her have as much freedom and independence as he could, but Aiden was firm and directive. He helped her hobble towards the beach, back towards the waves, where a small boat was waiting for them. He looked at the waves, at the chopping sea, and then sighed.
"Forgive me for this, Miss Cross," he said. he reached down and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her as though she was his bride over the threshold of the sea and into the waves. He set her down onto the bench and then pushed it further into the waves, which were coming over the sides and raining down on them.
He shouted something incoherent to the man sitting by the motor and then the boat was off and Aiden swung over the side. There was a larger boat about a mile away from the shore but, due to the storm, travel was rough. The boat fought against the waves but the water was relentless and pounded at it. Aiden was moving from one end to the other, assisting the motorist with the navigation, shouting over the waves and rush of the wind and the sting of icy salt water.
The boat scraped against something and Aiden cursed, shouting about rocks, but then, the boat tilted further, and further and then it became clear that something was pushing at it.
For a brief moment, he surfaced in a flash of teeth. His long neck stretched and two hooves on dark, dripping legs came over the edge.
Lochlann snatched Adelene's arm in her teeth and pulled her over the edge of the boat and back into the ocean.
Even now, his teeth didn't pierce her skin, but his grip was hard enough to bruise. His eyes were dark and inhuman as he pulled her under.
The wind was howling and his clothes, a pair of khakis, a sweater and a dress shirt, were soaked to the brim. He reached down and linked one arm under hers, supporting her and helping shift the weight off her injured leg.
"I am sorry for getting so physical here, but we need to get you off this island," he said. He tried to let her have as much freedom and independence as he could, but Aiden was firm and directive. He helped her hobble towards the beach, back towards the waves, where a small boat was waiting for them. He looked at the waves, at the chopping sea, and then sighed.
"Forgive me for this, Miss Cross," he said. he reached down and swooped her up into his arms, carrying her as though she was his bride over the threshold of the sea and into the waves. He set her down onto the bench and then pushed it further into the waves, which were coming over the sides and raining down on them.
He shouted something incoherent to the man sitting by the motor and then the boat was off and Aiden swung over the side. There was a larger boat about a mile away from the shore but, due to the storm, travel was rough. The boat fought against the waves but the water was relentless and pounded at it. Aiden was moving from one end to the other, assisting the motorist with the navigation, shouting over the waves and rush of the wind and the sting of icy salt water.
The boat scraped against something and Aiden cursed, shouting about rocks, but then, the boat tilted further, and further and then it became clear that something was pushing at it.
For a brief moment, he surfaced in a flash of teeth. His long neck stretched and two hooves on dark, dripping legs came over the edge.
Lochlann snatched Adelene's arm in her teeth and pulled her over the edge of the boat and back into the ocean.
Even now, his teeth didn't pierce her skin, but his grip was hard enough to bruise. His eyes were dark and inhuman as he pulled her under.
