Bound by the Triplets
Hands, massive and unyielding, gripped my soaked frame before the vacuum could drag me under.
"I’ve got you, doll! Don't let go!" Asher’s raw, feral roar pierced through the chaos of the crashing waves.
He didn't just pull me; he hoisted my bare, shivering body completely out of the submerged wreckage, his massive, tattooed arms anchoring me against his chest as he kicked through the heavy surf toward the jagged, shadow-drenched shoreline of Black Sands. Ethan and Caleb breached the surface right behind us, their tactical weapons held high above the white foam, their expressions locked into masks of absolute, lethal iron.