Chapter Twenty-Two
I come to my senses as Nero pulls away from giving me mouth to mouth.
At least I hope that’s what he was doing—until today he never seemed like the “sneak a kiss from a half-dead woman” type.
No. It must’ve been mouth to mouth. My lungs burn as though I breathed in salty water—and I probably did.
Still, though I’m cold and wet, I feel surprisingly alive for someone who just skydived without a parachute.
Did Nero’s embrace protect me? What about him? That impact would’ve hurt anyone—
“Isis is on her way,” Nero tells me soothingly.
I recover enough to notice the concern on his face, and warm fuzzy-wuzzies banish some of my discomfort.
Turning my head, I look around.
We’re on the pier—the very one where I nearly drowned not so long ago.
Hey, one more drowning, and
