Bash and I hop over the porch railing and take two steps forward when I see Natalie running up to us through the sand. She launches herself into my arms and starts sobbing uncontrollably. Running my hands over her hair, I lift her face to see her eyes. “Natalie. You’re safe. I’ve got you. Are you okay? What happened?” She buries her face in my shirt, and I lift my head, looking at Bash. His eyes are confused and murderous, mirroring my own emotions. What the hell happened?
