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“Is it a fucking crime?”
His tongue runs along his upper teeth. “I’ll have to clean my pool when you’re done with it, but otherwise, no.”
I snap my feet out, scooting back, and slapping my feet against the ground as I stand up, right in front of him. Jabbing him in his naked chest, I growl, “I hate you so fucking much, Felix.”
He smirks. “Right back at you, little witch.”
The name grates on my nerves, and I take a step back, leaning down to grab my boots. “I should just go. I didn’t want to be here in the first place. I’ll go home and get out of your way so you can have some whores over or whatever else it is you do in your fucking free time.”
He chuckles. "You jealous?”
I sneer. “Not at all. I’m not interested in your venereal disease.”
He steps closer, crowding my space. “You didn’t seem to mind the other night.”
I lean in. “Consider it a lapse in judgement.” I go to move past him, but his hand snaps out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist.
I glare down at the spot our skin touches, at the sensation that might as well be a searing burn. I gasp, my eyes raising to his. He stares at me blankly, not an ounce of heat or emotion in his gaze.
“Want to know what I think about your fucking lapse in judgement?” he rasps.
My teeth sink down, pressing against my lower lip. The way his lashes flutter against his creamy, harsh cheekbones makes my knees weak.
I open my mouth, ready to yell at him, or speak to him, I don’t know, honestly, when his fingers come down between my breasts, pulling the breath from my lungs as he yanks on the fabric of my shirt.
“This,” he whispers, shoving me back. My arms snap out when he steps back, and my feet lose their balance, the edge of the pool damp and slippery against the soles of my feet.
I suck in a breath, my eyes going wide as his own eyes smile down at me.
Witch, they scream.
I let out a yelp moments before panic takes over, and I hold my breath as my back claps against the water. Submerging quickly, the water’s warm enough to be bathwater, my eyes burning against the chlorine. I sink to the bottom, my skirt fluttering around my waist. The backs of my thighs brush the rough surface, and I push off with my hands, a quick paddle as I try to break the surface, though I get nowhere.
I can’t swim.
There are no pools in Castle Pointe, no beaches. The only water is Superior, and the water is too cold, with too many unknowns and superstitions. Many people do not swim, at least not in Castle Pointe. I’ve never needed to learn before.
But right now, I really wish I had.
I crouch down against the floor, and shove my feet off, powering my way to the surface. My head breaks through, and I arch back as I fill my lungs with air.
Paddling, my hands and feet kick with all their might, but they feel useless.Ifeel useless.
Felix stands just where he left me, his arms crossed over his bare chest as he watches me struggle. Watches me drown.
“Help me,” I gasp.
His head cocks to the side. “Just swim to the fucking edge.”
My body drops underwater, my feet slamming against the floor. I push off again, only getting so far that my chin breaks free. “I can’t swim,” I cry out.
I see a moment in his eyes. Hesitation, shock, maybe a little fear. But he doesn’t move, doesn’t dare take a step toward me, he just allows me to struggle before him, fully content on watching me die.
I sink below the surface again, and I let out a scream as I shove off the floor once more, my limbs tired, growing weaker with each paddle. “If I die, I promise I’ll come back and make your life hell,” I pant once I breach the surface, watching him watch me, not an ounce of life in his eyes.
I sink below the surface again, and my limbs weep in agony. They are depleted of all energy.
My palms scratch against the floor, and I dig my nails in as I hold my breath for as long as I can, but soon enough, my lungs are screaming at me for air, for relief, and I have nothing to give it.
