I walk out to the sun deck, the dying light behind us, and see Damon standing at the edge of the boat looking down at the darkening water. His eyebrows are pinched, and I cup my food in my hand, leaning against a column and watch him as I chew. The last time I stood where he stands, Will was in the water with a cinderblock tied to his ankle and Trevor was trying to kill me. Will and I were almost lost that night.
