Page 20 - Archangel

moment, Skye slowly pushed the knife away from his neck, resumed his
place at the helm, and started paddling shoreward from the stern.
He was soon joined by all the other oarsmen. MacIain, no stranger to
passion or trauma, turned his intense gaze away but refused to blame the
father who could have been Skye if roles were reversed in this heinous
world. In five minutes which felt like forever, they were re-approaching
the Rwandan shore. And from the darkness and shallows appeared a slim
woman with a two-year-old baby over her shoulder. Layla.

14