With his last reservoir of strength, he kicked and pushed, attempting to swim free of the wreckage surrounding him and his charge.
Rescue. What a beautiful word. He had never thought the day would come when he would depend on such a thing. Numb to his wounds, he felt only a heavy throb in both his body and heart. But one thought dominated his mind: Protect her.
Clinging to the large wooden beam that was currently acting as their life float, he carefully adjusted his hold on Safia, ignoring the sharp stab of pain in his shoulder. . .