She ran toward the deeper side of the room. "Kelpie?!" Her heart thundered as she looked around desperately.
There was no trace of him. No sound. No tiny head poking through the waves.
Just as Alina took another step into the rising water, calling out with her heart in her throat—
"Kelpie?"
"Lucian?"
A chill swept through the air behind her.
It wasn't the cold of wet clothes or icy floors, It was the kind of cold that made the hair on her arms stand up. The kind that wrapped around your spine like invisible chains.
She froze.
Every nerve in her body stiffened as she felt a intimidating presence behind her.
And then—
"Miss Hart."
His voice was like a blade dragged across smooth stone, deep, cold, and terrifyingly quiet.
She slowly turned her head.
