Alessandra’s POV
Something gave way beneath my foot as I pulled away from him. That truth I never told anyone now lingering in the air to the broken memories invading my mind. The academics I used as a distraction and the pepper spray beneath my pillow doing nothing for me now as the water rushed to pull me beneath its surface. The heavy pull of vines at my feet acted as anvils to the watery hell as a strong arm attempted to lift me upwards. But whatever this ground was made of was pliable enough to claim my ankles but thick enough to pull me beneath as quicksand.
“HOLD ON!” He called from the surface, the words desperate and muffled as he anchored himself over something before dipping himself into the pond. The water shifted around me to a new mass, his hands following down the lines o
