Another shove came — the shark again, colliding with his side, nudging him hard away from the reef. Marcus kicked helplessly, fear choking him, but the shark pressed on, herding him with swift, deliberate bursts. He spun to face it, half expecting the jaws to open now that it had him cornered.
Instead, the great white veered, circling, cutting between him and the drifting plume of devastation. It was guiding him, pushing him away from danger. Marcus’s chest heaved. He forced air slowly through the regulator, eyes locked on the great predator as realization clawed its way through his panic. It wasn’t attacking him. It was steering him clear of the blast.