Christmas in Atlantis
“Time to close up shop.” Lyric turned toward the door, but before she even took a first step, it crashed open.
“I think I need your help,”
It was Dare; she knew him instantly. She could smell the sharp sent of wind and sky and saltwater that was uniquely his; she could pick his voice out of a thousand others.
“Dare?” She started toward him. “Are you–”
“I think I need –”
A heavy thud was the only conclusion to his sentence. He’d collapsed. She rushed over and knelt down beside him. She reached for his pulse, her fingers finding their way to the spot. His pulse was there; strong and reassuring. He was soaking wet, though; his skin was icy cold and he was shivering violently.
“Dare? Dare? What happened?”
He didn’t answer. Maybe he couldn’t answer. And of course she couldn’t see him, so she couldn’t even guess how badly he was hurt.
She pulled her phone out of her pocket and told it to call Dr. Miller.
No. She pressed END CALL.
No pirates were going to die on her watch.