Chapter 8

There had to be another exit from the artificial lake. The moment Rowan jumped in, the man in black vanished without a trace. Indie stood at the water’s edge, her soaked clothes clinging to her shivering body. Despite the cold, her back remained straight, her expression unreadable. She needed proof—something undeniable that would shut Kaelyn up for good. "Here, drink this." A pair of clean, slender hands appeared before her, holding a steaming cup of ginger tea. The heat seeped into her...