grip. Waves crashed over the bow, and the wind screamed. In the chaos, ou

only two

tate. His voice was cold, practical

n. You too, g

s always their prince. A crew member then hauled Winston, my mot

mething else... superstition. I knew the story. A psychic told

ind. "Swim for the shore! There's a marina just ar

preserver at me. It landed in

and there," he

inking yacht. I watched them disappear into the rain and darkness. There was no marina

They left

kness. A cargo ship. They pulled me from the water, a ghost wrapped in blanket

club. The headline read: "Duncan Heir Caleb

Or, my former fiancée. She was smiling, holding Caleb' s hand, her

et from my grandfather. The only thing of valu

finger and found

I said, my voice hoarse. "This

e, but I pressed

," I said. "It's th

s severing the last tie. As the ship moved toward the distant lights of Chicag