Chapter 4: The Contract

I sank. Chlorine burned up my nose. The lights on the pool floor swam and doubled. My lungs went from screaming to something worse — a heavy, patient quiet. Seven years, I thought. I gave them seven years and neither of them will even call an ambulance. If I could go back. God, if I could go back, I'd have chosen me. The last of my air came out of me in silver. Then the water above me broke open. A dark shape cut down through it, fast, a black suit blooming like ink. An arm locked around...