Marybeth's POV
At the edge of the pier, Cena's torn mouth opened.
Marybeth could not hear the word over the engine, the gunfire, and Iyisha's screaming, but she saw Iyisha react to it. Iyisha lunged over the rail like the sound had hit her in the chest.
Malcolm caught her around the waist and dragged her back before she fell into the widening gap between the yacht and the pier.
"No!" Iyisha screamed. "No, Cena, please!"
Marybeth sat against the side of the deck with Lance half across her lap. Her hand covered her mouth as she watched Iyisha lose herself.
Lance's wound had closed enough to stop bleeding, but his shirt was still soaked. He was breathing. She held on to that for one second, then looked at Iyisha clawing at Malcolm's arm like she could tear her way back to her sister.
The yacht jerked away from the dock.
