The wind howled again—stronger this time. The boat rocked harder beneath their feet, water splashing over the side and sending salt spray across their faces.

But neither of them moved.

Callista’s eyes stayed locked on his, wide and searching. There was something ancient in the silence between them, something raw and fragile, like they were both on the edge of something much deeper than fear.

Then the wind snapped with brutal force.

Without thinking, Sebastian’s arm shot out, catching her ...