ZURI

I sank deeper, letting the heat bite into my sore muscles. My fingers clutched the comb as if holding it tighter would force it to reveal something. Anything.

The water rippled around me, and I closed my eyes, forcing my will into the comb. But the harder I pushed, the more it slipped from me, like sand through my fingers. My head pounded, fire spreading behind my eyes.

“We’re running on fumes,” Fallon’s voice rumbled in the back of my mind with disapproval. ...