Looking at me. I tore my eyes away from the ones in the water, frozen in a rage-filled grimace, and used my hands to scoot myself sideways. The edge of the boulder sloped down, and I tumbled to my right, landing on smaller, moss-covered rocks and sending shooting pain up my arm. “I want to go home now!” Pushing myself back up into a sitting position, my whole body jerked with fear-induced tremors. My stomach no longer boiled because of Saxon’s close proximity. Now it roiled back and forth, threatening to empty all over my own lap. When he stood up, facing the water, I could no longer see the face, but the hair still danced in slow motion underneath the water, its white-blonde color tinged with green. Scrambling to move my body as far away from the water as I could get, I gripped the dirty rocks behind me and pulled myself backward, inch by frantic inch. A dead body was at the mouth of Moon’s Bay, and obviously its last moments had been something of sheer terror.
