Chapter 82

With strength on play, Adler swam back to the yacht, every stroke propelling them closer to the surface. The commotion on the yacht's deck grew louder, and he could hear Victor's voice barking orders.

The feel of her skin against his was cold, and the shoes on his feet restricted his speed in reaching the yacht.

Kyra came in handy, and finally, they were able to hoist her onto the deck, where Rune was waiting, his alarm evident on his stricken face as he took her from their hands and onto the surface of the yacht.

Adler scaled the steps with a house until he was by her side, pushing Rune out of the way, giving him access to gape fully into her face.

"Lily." He held her hands, raising his head, and shouted, "Call the fucking 911!"

Kyra dashed off, open-eyed in the wake of Lily's imminent danger.

Damnit, he was losing his mind. What to do? What to fucking do? Rather than watch her pale, wet face, he placed his ears close to her nose, no breath. No fucking breath.

Not another scare. Lily