ake back what I'm owed"-what the hell did Jessica mean

st now-quick, precise, and strong-it wasn't normal. If Jessica really wanted to push he

ssica had her back to the pond, while she was standing

med you for nothing! I'm not mad anymore

at fast? That's not re

learly forcing the words out. She wasn't thrilled about saying any of th

back from the distance and loo

in an instant. "Jessica, go to hell!" she sc

fourteen years ago. She meant it. S

rn family, adored by Alan, while she had to grow up as the

y a servant hadn't shown up unexpectedly, she woul

nd. She had made sure of that-no serva

crept up her lips, and then-smack-her palm landed hard on her own cheek. Perfect. Now when people sh

th her own genius. But... why was Jessica sm

t look... it was like the gr

ca's first thought was just that-cold. Maybe she shou

er way-maybe piss Chloe off enough to make her hit her, or just finish

w that, apart from her combat training, she'd also taken up swimming over the past four years. No

e. Her body kept sinking, water risi

as the smug smil

, she'd pinned her hopes on the wrong p

dare let her tho

ve me! Water covered her comple

rly. A face flashed in her mind-that devilishly good-lo

t. So bad. And in that moment, she

one thing that could save her. Clinging on tight, she wrapped herself

depended on it. Because it did. There was stil

cool wind-he had pul

ably. She choked and coughed, desperate for oxygen. Her arms wra

murmured, stuck to him, trying

ped under again. Instinctively, her eyes opened-just

opping her from going under again. His rage final

lanned for this-but somehow, in

ightened, so hard it felt like

sped, body trembling from the cold,

," Paul called from the sh

d for him-but Alan yanked he