Chapter 8
Deep Waters
Gold’s POV
I had a bad feeling from the moment we arrived. I felt like eyes were on us the entire drive, and my suspicions only deepened when we got to the gate. Our tickets, our lockers, everything—already paid for.
"Who does that?" I muttered to myself. Someone we didn't even know had picked up our tab, and Ava seemed completely unbothered. I know Ava; she’s carefree, she’s not the type to go looking for trouble, but this was different. My friend was being remarkably senseless about a very strange situation.
We headed to the main pool area, and for a fleeting moment, the sight of the water made me forget my anxiety. That lasted exactly two minutes.
A massive, intimidating guy approached us. My gut had been right: we were being watched.
“Hello, ma’am,” he said
