She caught the slime-streaked blade and wrapped her hands around it. She kicked and coughed and I pulled, throwing my whole body into it.Jules squawked my name once, twice, then disappeared under again, her fingers pressing hard into the metal, turning white.There was a pull on the other end of the shovel, like someone had Jules by the legs and wasn’t going to let her back up on the dock, back up to me.Amity. I could feel her power in the air all around us. The static in my head was louder now and, for a minute, I thought about just letting go—just leaving the shovel to sink, and Jules along with it.For whatever reason, Amity wanted her gone. I thought that was enough for me.I uncurled my fingers and let the shovel go a little bit slack.With one hand, Jules slapped at the water, fingers waving panicky now, bubbles rising from where her hair streamed out like a big, gaping wound.Jules. This was Jules in the water, underwater, drowning. The one thing—person, I reminded myself, person, not thing—I couldn’t let Amity take.I grunted, trying to concentrate and push through that buzz, bracing myself.
