"Orion!" Soleia screamed out helplessly, her hands stretching out instinctively as though she could just reach out and grab him back. But of course, her fingers curled around nothing but empty air. She struggled to break free from Ricard's hold, trying to get to the side of the boat to take a closer look. "Orion! Where are you!"
The waters were pitch black, and she barely made out the silhouette of two heads bobbing in the water as they fought. The waves sloshed violently between the men.
"Well, that's it for my brother." Ricard's voice was loud against her ear as he gave a theatrical sigh. "He had a good run. I'll make sure to leave some flowers at his funeral."
Soleia paused, stunned by the cavalier way Ricard spoke about Raziel. "You have so little faith in your brother?"
He wasn't going to save him?
"Raziel can't swim. I know, I know, it's unbelievably pathetic," Ricard replied boredly, and Soleia's eyes widened in disbelief.
