Cameron watched from across the lake, waiting, waiting, waiting for Sloane to sit up or take a breath or something. He barely paid attention to the droplets of water that fell over his brow bone onto his cheeks, or to the unsteady rocking of the rowboat as Ned attempted to bring them to a still. He didn't even pay attention to Calla, who had begun her trek across the lake towards them.
Then, finally, she sat up. Cameron let out a breath that he wasn't aware he'd been holding, and suddenly his heart was beating faster than it was a moment before. The boat. The water. Ned. He took note of everything, from the missing oars to the unsettling ripples that filled the lake around them.
Luckily Calla arrived.
"We need to go," he said, "I don't think we have much time to waste." He took once glance down at the water, grimaced, and motioned for Calla to lower herself towards them.
Then, finally, she sat up. Cameron let out a breath that he wasn't aware he'd been holding, and suddenly his heart was beating faster than it was a moment before. The boat. The water. Ned. He took note of everything, from the missing oars to the unsettling ripples that filled the lake around them.
Luckily Calla arrived.
"We need to go," he said, "I don't think we have much time to waste." He took once glance down at the water, grimaced, and motioned for Calla to lower herself towards them.
