The League: Superhuman, #2
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"You have to live," she whispered. "You can't die on me because it works both ways, you know. You need me to survive, but I need you."
Dumped in the bay off the California coast by an unknown assailant, Elaine Dodge felt her life gradually fade away. But what had it been over the last five years? Miserable. Her adopted mom is dead. Her friends have turned their backs. She should have expected it to end like this.
Except, rescued from drowning by Anchor Dawkins, a superhuman boy at home in the water, she's thrown into a world where all is not what it seems. Not her being there. Not who's threatening them. Not their future together.
A future his ultimate act of sacrifice might destroy for good.
Book 2 of 5 in the SUPERHUMAN sci-fi series by best-selling author, SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS.
Suzanne D. Williams
Best-selling author, Suzanne D. Williams, is a native Floridian, wife, mother, and photographer. She is the author of both nonfiction and fiction books. She writes a monthly column for Steves-Digicams.com on the subject of digital photography, as well as devotionals and instructional articles for various blogs. She also does graphic design for self-publishing authors. She is co-founder of THE EDGE. To learn more about what she’s doing and check out her extensive catalogue of stories, visit http://suzanne-williams-photography.blogspot.com/ or link with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/suzannedwilliamsauthor.
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The League - Suzanne D. Williams
SUZANNE D. WILLIAMS
Feel-Good Romance
© 2016 The League (SUPERHUMAN) Book 2 by Suzanne D. Williams
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual people, organizations, and/or events is purely coincidental.
So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it: and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth (Ge 1:27-28).
CHAPTER 1
Uneven ocean waves blew skyward in the harsh sea winds, tossing the small yacht frantically in the bay, and the girl standing on the bow lurched forward, catching herself with one hand on the silver rail. The man at her back shoved a gun between her shoulder blades, forcing her toward the edge again, and her breath caught in her throat.
The biggest fear she’d had since childhood was water, and here she was facing that very thing. She trembled with it, unable to comprehend such a horrible fate. She didn’t want to die, much less like this.
You can go on your own, or I’ll help you,
the man said.
He had a weak voice, feminine. She’d remember it anywhere ... if she had any hope of survival. She didn’t, but she pled for her life just the same. Please ... I ... I won’t say anything.
He laughed, a girlish giggle, then swinging his arm, smashed her in the back of the head. She squawked and fell overboard, headfirst in the water, sinking beneath the surface like a stone. No amount of struggle, not the strongest kick or the swing of her arms, made any difference in her fate, and her life, nineteen years of memories, slowly dissolved in the current.
Gone were Christmases in New England from age five to twelve, the summer she’d spent with a friend riding horses in Texas, the Valentine’s Day dance where she and Ted Fulmar shared her very first kiss. None of that mattered, but faded in the face of her pending death.
Her breath squeezed out, her lungs filling with water, and she floated helplessly downward, surrendered to her fate.
The glance of fingertips, the twist of masculine legs, stopped her progress. Embraced from behind, her weight shifted from the water’s grasp to that of the young man at home with the waves. He seemed unperturbed by the ocean’s pulse, unafraid of its tug and pull, and unwearied by any effort to swim against it. Clasping her to him, his arm tight across her chest, he rose upward, in no time, breaking the surface.
And there, turning her face toward the sky, he covered her lips with his own. Not sexual or from any attraction, though in her darkened vision, he was handsome. But from deep in his core, he breathed life, drying the water in her lungs in an instant. Her skin pinked again, her fingers spread, and with a heave, she gasped, the final rays of the setting sun shining heavenly in her vision.
Anchor Dawkins suspended the girl on his chest and swam backward toward the shore. She was awake, but weary, as he’d seen in so many others, her throat most likely sore from inhaling so much water, and therefore, unwilling to talk. It was best if she didn’t, so he said nothing to encourage her, and continued toward land.
He was efficient when immersed in the sea, able to direct himself against the current through some inborn ability. He could also strengthen and relax his kicks to plow forward in the worst weather, or surf by undetected. His lungs held a capacity outside of normal humans, his skin able to assimilate oxygen from the waters. Yet, he had no gills, no sign of his abilities, save a sheen to his skin when he emerged.
It faded with time spent on dry soil, and he appeared like anyone else his age. But inwardly, at his cell structure, then deeper into his DNA, he was nothing like other twenty-five year olds. He was superhuman, but to flaunt it went against his purpose. He was created for rescue, sent out regularly to save those lost in the deep. He could hear their cries from afar off, could detect their movements and locate them in milliseconds. It was echo location, and yet it wasn’t. That description was far too simple.
The girl, however, he’d seen from shore and followed behind, waiting for her to fall. He regretted not preventing her fear of death, regretted he’d been unable to stop the moment of terror from happening, but he was no match for weapons, the outer layer of his skin made sensitive to water.
He neared land and slowed, lifting her in his arms once his feet hit bottom. She was light, almost fragile. He’d carried much heavier. She was also more stunned than he liked. He paused briefly to consider his actions. He wasn’t supposed to care for his rescues, but release them to the proper authorities. The girl, however, for a reason unknown to himself, called out to him. He couldn’t explain that, why it seemed like her body spoke to his, not sexual, but from some place deep inside.
The chatter of voices sent him scurrying into a head-high stand of salt-tolerant plants. The girl clutched to him, he weaved up the dunes to the boardwalk. The boardwalk crossed a swampy area subject to ocean tides. Currently, it was dry, fish pooled in murky shallow puddles, crabs scuttling across holes they’d drilled into the ground.
His feet pounded on the weathered boards, causing the structure to rattle. At the end, it faded into sand dusted with pine needles. Behind the towering trees that shed them, a house stood high off the ground on stilts. He carried the girl up the steps and across the landing to the door. Inside, he took her to his room and laid her on the bed.
She shut her eyes, her will to remain awake vanishing. Her breaths evened out through parted lips, but the rest of her held deathly still, the rise and fall of her chest the only sign she lived. Staring at her, he wavered once more. To keep a rescue was innately wrong, but he could hardly release her in the state she was in. Someone had wanted her dead. He could be sending her back into the trouble she’d escaped from.
Confused by his choices, he wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and squeezed.
His gaze fell on the length of her leg extending out from a pair of damp jeans shorts, then upward over her narrow waist and the fine turn of her hands. He shouldn’t notice her as a woman either. He’d seen plenty of attractive girls, but always kept his distance. Truthfully, that had been easy to do, before now. He liked being alone, liked his solitude, and hated explaining to others what he was.
Leaving the girl in place, he returned to the living room and picked up the phone. He dialed a number committed to memory and waited for someone to respond. It’s me,
he said. Can you come over? I have a girl here ... Yeah, I know, but she’s different. Please?
His friend disconnected, and Anchor took a seat on the couch.
Time ticked by at a snail’s pace, the pop and tick of the house settling for