Dar fastened her eyes on the horizon, pondering in silence for a very long minute. She felt torn between her desire to know the truth, and her equally powerful desire to protect Kerry.
“Dar?” Kerry uttered softly.
“Yeah?”
“Why don’t we compromise? Let’s not follow them. Let’s circle around the other side of Charlie’s island and watch from behind that point on the west side. “
Dar adjusted the throttles a little. “And?” She probed the idea cautiously.
“That way, we don’t force a confrontation, and we can just sort of satisfy our curiosity,” Kerry reasoned. “And if there’s nothing going on, we can...um...” she plucked gently at Dar’s damp sleeve,
“get a lot more comfortable downstairs.”
It was an acceptable plan, Dar decided. “Okay,” she agreed. “I can go with that.”
“Cool.” Kerry grinned briefly. She slid over on the seat and leaned against Dar’s damp body, laying her head on Dar’s shoulder.
The throbbing from her sting seemed to be getting worse and she now had a headache, but she reasoned that it was nothing a little relaxing in Dar’s proximity couldn’t cure.
The boat shot on in the rain, now in a curving path that left DeSalliers to disappear over the horizon.
THE SECOND TIME she felt the chill, Kerry realized something was wrong. Despite the protection of her rain slicker, she felt cold, and her throat seemed to be closing, making it hard to swallow.
She debated trying to ignore the feeling, but her better sense intervened. “Dar?”
Her partner looked quickly at her. One hand lifted and touched the side of her face. “You okay?”
Kerry’s lips twitched. “I don’t think so. I feel kind of lousy,”
she admitted. “I’m cold and my throat hurts.”
Dar put a hand on her forehead and cursed. She turned and surveyed their surroundings with anxious eyes. They were nearing the north side of Charlie’s island, but otherwise they were in a large 166 Melissa Good patch of quiet, empty sea. She slowed the engines and then stilled them, checking the depth meter as they drifted.
“Wh...” Kerry stopped, finding it a little hard to breathe. “What are you doing?” She watched Dar work the boats controls, and realized suddenly her hands were shaking. “Dar?”
“Need to get you below.” Dar spoke quietly, a world of tension in her voice. “I’m going to drop anchor.” She did exactly that, and the rattle of the deploying anchor was suddenly loud as she cut the engines. “C’mon. I’ve got a kit downstairs I think we’re gonna need.”
Kerry wasn’t really sure what was going on, but she stood, holding on to Dar’s arm when her knees suddenly threatened not to hold her. “Oh boy.”
“Hang on to me.” Dar clasped her around the waist, and guided her to the ladder. “I think you’re having a reaction to whatever stung you.”
“Oh.” Kerry shivered, feeling like she was trying to breathe underwater. “My throat…feels kinda thick.” She saved her breath for climbing, feeling the utter security of Dar wrapped around her.
“Feels funny.” They reached the deck and Kerry’s legs buckled under her. “D...”
“I’ve got you.” Dar picked her up and carried her into the cabin, kicking the door open and taking Kerry from the confusion of the rain and warm air into the cool quiet.
Kerry sucked in air, hearing the rasp in her own breathing, and it occurred to her suddenly that she should be scared. She felt the cool fabric of the couch against her lower legs as Dar put her down.
“D...Dar?” She clutched Dar’s arm in shivering fingers as she felt Dar slide a pillow under her head, propping her up a little.
“Just stay quiet and try to relax. I’ll be right back,” Dar assured her.
Kerry just watched, her breathing now coming in shallow heaves. She felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the air, and as Dar came back and knelt next to her, she noted that her fingers and toes were tingling. An unreasoning fear swept over her, and she started to panic.
Dar’s voice penetrated the haze around her. “Ker…Ker...take it easy.”
“Da… I can’t breathe,” she panted.
“Sweetheart, I know. Just give me a minute. Hang in there.”
Kerry suddenly felt something cold against her arm. “Wh…”
She turned her head and saw Dar bringing a needle close to her, its length quivering as Dar’s hand shook. Kerry looked up at Dar’s face and saw a fierce, intent mask, eyes widened in fear, and that terrified her. Am I going to die? A soft cry escaped her throat. She felt a sting and her arm jerked, then a solid bolt of pain made her Terrors of the High Seas 167
struggle, panting, unable to draw in a decent breath.
Dar’s weight pressed against her abruptly, pinning her down.
Kerry felt panic take over and she fought the hold, grabbing at Dar and pushing hard against the powerful body laying over her. One arm was grabbed and held tightly, and she felt another prick, then a chill, then a hot, strange sensation under her skin where the needle had entered. Then it was gone, and she thought she heard a clatter of something going across the room. The weight came off her and the cabin whirled up and around, and she couldn’t breathe, and it was cold and…
“Kerry!”
The voice penetrated her confusion. Kerry coughed, and then inhaled in reflex, surprised when she was able to suck in a lungful of air. The bands of pressure around her chest eased and she shivered, huddling close to the source of warmth now wrapping itself around her. Slowly, the tingling in her hands receded and she flexed them weakly. She could still feel harsh chills shaking her body and it was very hard to think straight, but she did know she was being held securely and she could feel Dar’s breathing against her back. At least she could breathe. Kerry sucked in air gratefully, feeling completely drained. “Wow,” she whispered. “That sucked.”
She felt the faint jerk behind her as Dar almost laughed. She could hear the hammering of Dar’s heart where her ear was pressed against her chest and she coughed a little, hearing a rattling in her lungs that unnerved her. “Ungh.”
“Easy.” Dar finally spoke, easing back against the couch and cradling Kerry closer. Kerry’s face had taken on a pale gray tinge, and she could feel the shivers working their way through her body.
Now that the injection, a stimulant she always carried, had been administered, there was not much more Dar could do other than just be there. There would be time later for her to curse herself for not seeing the signs. Time later for her to be angry she hadn’t checked Kerry’s sting further, or taken more precautions, or…
Dar exhaled. Kerry had never had a reaction to a sting before.
Truth be told, Dar kept the shots on board for herself, since she’d gotten stung once at age ten and had almost gone into convulsions.
“Easy, honey.”
Kerry simply lay there quietly, her head resting against Dar’s chest. Her hand rested limply on her partner’s, her thumb moving ever so slightly. “Dar?” she murmured.
“I’m here.”
“Am I dying?”
Dar felt her blood pressure shoot up so high she got lightheaded and saw sparkles in front of her eyes. “No, sweetheart,” she answered softly. “Please don’t even think that.”
It was like listening to constant thunder. Kerry almost couldn’t 168 Melissa Good count the beats. She rolled her head to one side and looked up fuzzily, seeing the stark fear written across her lover’s face. Her hand lifted to touch Dar’s jaw, and she felt it quiver under her fingers. No. Kerry blinked. She couldn’t die, now could she? Dar needed her. Wanted her. “Never felt like that before,” Kerry burred.