When the small motor attached to my lifeboat finally gave out and died in the middle of the dark water, panic climbed into my throat so quickly that I almost forgot how to breathe. The boat slowed until it was no longer moving on its own, left floating helplessly under the dim wash of moonlight, and I immediately scrambled for the pair of oars lying beside me. My fingers were stiff from cold and seawater, my whole body was still trembling from what had happened on the sinking yacht, and every muscle I had felt as though it had already reached its limit, but I had no choice except to force myself forward. Reign had sent me away to keep me alive, and if I stopped now, then everything he had done would amount to nothing. Gritting my teeth, I dipped the oars into the water and began rowing toward the faint outline of land in front of me.I did not know whether I was doing it correctly. In truth, I had never rowed a boat in my life, and my movements felt awkward and desperate, but little by
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