But Jespyr merely shook her head, her eyes glassy with fear. “I—I...” She coughed, as if she’d swallowed too much water. “Can you smell it?” she said. “Can you smell the salt?” I stared at her, my breath turning cold. “Jespyr?” Fingers shaking, she rubbed her eyes. “I—I—I—can’t—see.” Her eyelids fluttered wildly. “No, no, no!” she choked.
