Lynn's POV
The moment I feel Charles's hands on my shoulders, the moment I hear those words—die for me—I move.
I spin, grabbing the railing with both hands as he pushes. My fingers lock around the metal bars with strength I didn't know I had.
The force of his shove bends me backward over the railing. My spine arches, my head tilting toward the black water below.
But I don't fall.
My feet are planted. My grip is iron.
And the chain I secured earlier—wrapped around my ankle and the railing—holds fast.
Charles's face contorts with rage and confusion. He leans his full weight into me, hands pressing against my chest, trying to force me over.
"Get off—go over—" he snarls, all pretense gone. His features twist into something vicious. "Just f*****g die already!"
I brace against the raili
