Eleven
As soon as he could move again, Tristan pulled Lulu to her feet and dragged her into a crevice between two slabs of rock. She didn’t resist as she stumbled after him.
They crouched underneath the rock just in time to avoid a piece of metal flying through the air. It landed on the sand mere inches from where they’d just been, then tumbled to a stop. Jesus. A piece of metal. From his truck. Which had just been blown to smithereens.
“What just happened?” Lulu whispered. Her eyes were enormous and nearly purple in the shadow of the breakwater.
“Shhh.” He put a finger to her lips, then hugged her against him and whispered in her ear. “Listen.”
She nodded, and they both went quiet. The roar and crackle of the burning truck filled the air, soon followed by the sound of sirens. Darius
