Chapter 55

Katja

The next day, I'm filling five different buckets with leftovers. The entire kitchen smells like potatoes, chicken, and gravy, but I don't care. Only the best is good enough since I want to make friends with whoever saved me yesterday.

I'm on the top of the world, one hundred percent determined to get personal with my savior. Not even Natasha can bring me back down to earth again.

There is a heavy sigh from Natasha. "Are you sure you didn't imagine that hand swooping down from nowhere yesterday? You've been acting weird since John died, and I'm worried about you. Kat, you barely talk to anyone and—"

I turn around to face her, unwilling to make the concern on her face kick me down from my height. "You don't have to believe me."

She sighs at me, rubbing her eyelids with her digits. "Hayden left this morning to find new hunting grounds, and he won't return for a while. But even he came up to the surface and said he saw nothing in the ocean.