The Year I Stopped Being His novel Chapter 110

The skiff bucked savagely against the towering swells.

The second Sloane dropped into the small boat, a rogue wave slammed into the hull. The skiff violently lurched to the side, nearly hurling her straight into the churning sea.

At that exact moment, a hand shot out and clamped onto her arm like a vice—it was Josh. He had somehow already managed to plant himself firmly in his seat, using his free hand to white-knuckle the rigging lines, anchoring his body to the fiberglass as if he were bolted down.

"Hold on tight!" he bellowed, his words almost entirely shredded by the howling wind.

Sloane nodded, seizing the ropes and whipping her gaze toward the water.

Coach Jensen was already in the ocean.

Clad in his life vest, he was aggressively fighting through the monolithic waves, driving himself toward Lilah's location. The girl's figure flickered in and out of sight amidst the surging crests, roughly a hundred feet away from the skiff. Every time a wave crashed down, she would disappear for several terrifying seconds before thrashing her way back to the surface.

"Hurry! Hurry!" Sloane gripped the ropes with a desperate, white-knuckled intensity.

Another monstrous wall of water collapsed onto them. Lilah's figure was completely swallowed by the sea.

Sloane's heart plummeted.

Seconds later, that small head popped back up—but the current had dragged her even further away.

"She's out of energy!" a foreign crew member beside them screamed over the storm. "The undertow is dragging her out!"

At that exact moment, Coach Jensen finally reached her. He seized her arm with one hand, hauling her out of the brutal current, while his other hand clamped behind her neck, desperately fighting to keep her head above water so she could breathe.

"Swim back!" the crewman next to Sloane roared. "Swim—"

Another massive wave smashed down, instantly burying both of them in the frothing blackness.

Sloane's heart skipped a beat.

A few agonizing seconds later, the two heads burst through the surface. Liam was gripping Lilah with everything he had, fighting furiously to swim back. But he was losing ground—hauling a completely dead-weight passenger against a tempest-fueled sea made progress utterly impossible.

"Pull the rope!" Sloane spun around, grabbed the rescue line secured to the skiff, and instantly cinched it tight around her waist. She shoved the trailing end directly into Josh's hands. "I'm going in to intercept them! You anchor the line on the boat!"

"Sloane!" All the blood drained from Josh's face.

But she had already thrown herself overboard.

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