Chapter 42

***ZANE'S POV***

I cannot believe London's last words. She believed she had drowned. As I stare at her, I find it cruelly difficult to piece the words out of my mouth to call her out of her bluff.

I feel my face hitting up as I let her go and walk towards the mansion anger burning through her face.

"Meet me at home in five minutes. Get some warm clothes on, I don't want you catching a cold," I tell her casually as if she just didn't day something crazy.

I know I should be mad at London, I should even be hard on her, but I just can't. For real, I couldn't bring myself to punish her, she had done a lot already.

I walked into the kitchen a while later, I had changed into warm outfits, and I was shocked to see London was still not at home. I want to call her out, tell her to leave the lake's side, but I know best to confront my little minx of a woman.

London will be the obvious death of me.

I start chopping fruits to make a fruit salad bowl, it has just the basic fruit