Though it was dark, a light shined into the water. Dark to blood red.
A body was above me.
I blinked to see the face.
Alma? Had she fallen in?
I flapped my arms, trying to get closer.
Then the face I loved became clear.
Kane.
Oh no, Kane.
He was unmoving as the cloud of red grew, creating an eerie coloring beneath the surface.
I have to get to him.
He sank toward me.
I struggled to meet him, but it was useless. My body couldn’t make progress. If anything, I was making my situation worse.
I couldn’t hold my breath much longer.
A wave of dizziness rocked me.
Alma had killed Kane. And me.
And if she had her way . . . Penelope.
I wouldn’t let her take my life away.
Kane couldn’t be dead.
I had to fight.
But I couldn’t breathe. And it was getting darker . . . so much darker.
CHAPTERTWENTY-NINE
KANE
Water.
It filled my entire body and sucked me in.
Pain.
Everywhere there was pain.
I opened my eyes.
JoJo seemed to be tethered to a rope, pulling her down to the bottom of the river.
I stuck my head above the surface. Coughed and spluttered as I tried to take in air.
When I dove beneath the water, pain seized my arms and legs and back.