Henrik didn’t respond right away. His knuckles were white on the helm. “Look at her. She’s not just lost. She’s trying to show us something.” “And if we get trapped out here, we’re done,” Elias snapped. “You said it yourself—we’re on a clock.”
“I know.” Henrik’s jaw flexed. “But whatever’s out there—whatever made her act like this—I need to see it.” Elias stared at him. “You’re really going to risk it?” Henrik nodded once. “Calculated risk.” Elias muttered a curse but didn’t argue further.