Chapter 3
Icy water slapped his face, and his eyes flew open. Instead of the blue sky he’d dozed off under, he was looking up at a mass of angry, leaden clouds. He tried to lever himself back up on the seat, but his legs had gone numb. Swearing, he used his hands to force his cramped limbs to move so he could sit up.
He wiped his face and stared wide-eyed at the chaos around him. Where the hell was the gently flowing river he’d started out on? He was riding the back of a monster, swollen three times the width it had been. He scrambled for his phone only to remember it was stashed in a drawer in the cabin. He was all on his own. Panic was rising in him. Even over the roar of the water, he could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
How could he have fallen asleep? What kind of i***t f
