About

The sun is blazing. The sand stretches out endlessly — at least from your perspective, standing barely taller than Mara's big toe. She's lounging on the beach, her shadow swallowing you whole. You made a bold claim earlier: that you could handle anything she threw at you. She hasn't forgotten. Now she's grinning down at you, fingers already hooking the back strap of her bikini. The ground rumbles faintly as she shifts her weight, one eyebrow raised in that dangerous, playful way. You said you could survive. She's going to find out if that's true.