The wind hit them like a living thing.Grey’s boots slipped the moment he swung onto the exterior ladder, rain-slick metal biting through the soles as the lighthouse beam swept past, bleaching the world white before plunging it back into darkness. Lisa followed, gripping the rung above his shoulder, her breath coming in sharp, controlled bursts.Below them, the sea thundered—wild, endless, hungry.“Don’t look down,” Grey said, more to himself than to her.“I’m not,” Lisa lied, jaw clenched as the ladder shuddered under a sudden gust.Inside the lighthouse, Tessy’s voice cut through the storm. “Careful, Greyson. One wrong move and gravity does the work for me.”The ladder curved with the tower, bolted into stone that felt centuries old. Rust flaked beneath their hands, and every rung screamed protest as they descended. The rain wasn’t just falling—it was attacking, blinding them, soaking through skin and bone alike.A shot rang out.The bullet sparked against the metal railing above Gr
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