Sebastian jerked awake, his eyes snapping open to the dim blue of early dawn creeping through the portholes.

A chill ran down his spine—not from the cold air, but from the sudden, unshakable feeling that something was wrong.

The cabin was too quiet.

He sat up sharply, running a hand through his hair, already swinging his legs over the side of the cot.

“Callie?”

No response.

He stood, his bare feet hitting the floor with a thud. The coffee pot on the corner counter was untouched. Her boots ...