Losing grip

"I swear, one of these days you'll get yourself killed, Jon. It's best I stick around to make sure you don't."
Dick's words echoed in Jonathan's ears as the thick tentacle pulled him back, ripping him out of Dick's grip and pressing the air from his lungs. Was this the end of the line? Had he found this new world of vampires, wolves and witches just to die now? The last thing he saw before the waves swallowed him were Dick's eyes and the panic in them.