They won’t hurt you.Oh, sure. She’d heard the stories of swimmers getting attacked by sharks. People losing limbs or even their lives.She was sure he had gone crazy. Or maybe he was sending out vibes, warning the animals to stay away from them. Maybe that was one of his special powers.He kept going, swimming into the midst of the predators before kicking toward the surface.She supposed she was dead either way. Either the bad guys shot her, or the sharks ate her.Wrong. Zach’s voice rang in her head. We’ll be okay.He surfaced, grabbing a breath of air. She came up beside him, cringing as one of the sharks swam past so close that she could have reached out and slid her hand against the gray skin. But she kept her hand close to her body, just in case the monster was hungry.She had to admit that Zach appeared to be right. Six or seven tiger-size sharks were swimming lazily around them, their beady eyes aware. But their tooth-filled mouths were closed. They seemed to propel themselves with their tails, swaying them indolently in the water.Could the damn things smell her fear?You’re fine, Zach answered.Looking to her right, she knew that several gray bodies partially hid her from the men in the raft as she took a quick gulp of air, then another.Zach came up beside her.
