FIORELLA’S POV
How ironic that the person who had once saved me from drowning was now the one pushing me into it.
I couldn’t believe my eyes.
Did that fucker really leave me out here to die?
Rage burned hotter than the panic clawing at my chest. If I survived this without him, I was going to kill him with my bare hands.
I swore it right then.
I was sinking, and every time I tried to swim back to the surface, I only made it worse.
My breath was gone, and it was only a matter of time before I blacked out.
So this was how I died.
Falling off a jet ski and drowning to death. After all the creative threats Rhys had made over the past few weeks, my death felt a little anticlimactic.
Oh, well.
I’d fought every step that had brought me here, but I’d ended up here anyway.
I might as
