d, dark blanket pulling me down. My lu
't a memory.
d through me. I would not die here. I
reaming in protest. My head broke through the wate
round a shivering Isolde, whispering in her ear. Alaric, Darrius
ven bothered
had given him everything. Now I knew. He never saw me as a person. I was a prize, a ste
I had to live to
dge of the pool. My fingers scraped against the concrete as I hauled my waterlogged bod
came
ternity, Darrius turned. "Oh, Azal
rn. "We had to get Isolde first. She can't swim.
ed in agreement, their e
Alaric asked, re
their faces, these men I had once called fri
f to my feet, my wet dress clinging to me. I was co
of clothes. I didn't want their false comfort
em by the pool. I could f
t!" Alexande
dripping water on the expensive rugs, and went
sh away the feeling of the pool water, the feeling of their betrayal. But
one buzzed w
eling better. Let me know i
ned. We should have been faster. Let me
thing to cheer you up. A notification followed. A de
ey thought I was the same naive girl who would
messages wit
d. Alaric sent me a diamond bracelet I'd admired last year. Darrius offered to fly me to Paris for
ored
I used to love. I knew Alexander and Isolde would be there
ed the i
, who was dressed in a simple but elegant gown. She looked out of place, a li
ing to Isolde, and she looked over at me, her eyes wid
way, a clear and
us were at my si
placing a comforting hand on m
eserve you,"
m, to expose their hypocrisy to the entire r
lt a wave of nausea. This was the same hand
m away. "I can
a look, confuse
soft. "We're all waiting for yo
nigmatic smile. "You'l
s a small, satisfying victory. L
om, buying her expensive champagne, introducing her to influential people. Fo
it. A way to show me what I was missi
ld have worked. I would
ed was a phantom. The real Alexander Booth was this
own as "The Heart of the Ocean." It wasn't just a piece of jewelry. It was
d given my mother on their wedding day. After he p
ece of a love that was real and true. It was everyt