Warlock Ch 394. Glacial Pursuit
The last thing he saw before the river pulled him under was Lysandra standing at the edge of the ridge… unmoving.
Watching.
And waiting.
Damian didn't surface.
Not right away.
Not even close.
The freezing current yanked at him like a thousand clawed hands, spinning him sideways, slamming his shoulder into a submerged rock hard enough to make his vision blur. Water rushed into his ears, muffling the roar of the river until it felt like his skull was wrapped in cotton.
Every instinct screamed at him to swim up, to breathe, to break through the surface— But he didn't.
He clenched his jaw, held his breath, and let the river take him deeper.
If he surfaced now, she'd be waiting. Probably with that 'I told you so' face too.
Nope. Not happening.
