"We're going to need a head count." There's only a fraction of us here on the sand or stumbling toward shore, and statistically, it seems unlikely everyone else in the village is out there under the water, drowned or drowning, but we won't know for sure until we check.

"Who has a list—" I mumble, shifting back to swing a disoriented stare down the rocky shoreline. "Mark. Is he—" I don't see him or Ravi. Where's Major?

I swing my gaze back to Bucky, pinched expression going suddenly slack as I push out an abrupt breath and pitch forward against him. "Oh god," I say, voice shaking. "I'm so glad you're okay."

When things like this happen, my boyfriends usually aren't.