For the first time, I’m not entirely sure what Willow has planned. And I can’t help but be impressed. It’s like I’ve been poking and prodding at this dormant potential in her for so long, and finally, it’s coming to life.
The little lioness is waking up.
She still doesn’t look at me as she walks over to the railing and climbs up. I frown and start towards her.
“What are you doing?” I ask. “Willow, what the hell are you—”
Her face is smooth and peaceful. She takes a deep breath and then…
I run to the railing and look down, just in time to see her body slice into the water soundlessly. The water froths like white foam where she entered. That fades, as do the ripples, and the waves swallow up any evidence that she ever dove there.
I hold my breath. “Come up,” I growl to myself. “Come th
