Amara’s pov
"Lesson learned, snyek?" He smirked at me threading closer to the bank. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, standing at his full height with his eyes trailed on my wet form, lesson learned, snyek? It sounded familiar, too familiar more like my stalker had texted when I was alone at the balcony after he pushed me off.
danger, defiance, consequences, I looked at Orian trying to wrap my head at how similar the two situations were. I was at the edge of the pool just like I was at the edge of the balcony. My stalker warned me and so did Orian, I dared them by the or what expression, and Orian pushed me off just like my stalker had done, could they be the same person? Even the ending words were similar. I would have been convinced that Orian was the stalker if I hadn't felt him
