Finally, he braced himself, reached for the harpoon bolt, and with a swift, desperate pull, wrenched it loose. The shark convulsed. Its massive tail flicked hard, sending a shockwave through the water that slammed Marcus backward. The knife spun from his grip, bubbles bursting around him.
His chest clenched in raw terror — had he just unleashed the very thing that would kill him? But the shark didn’t charge. It drifted, powerful body coiling as though shaking free of pain. And then, impossibly, it stilled again — hanging there, eye fixed on him.