Her mouth fell open. “Excuse me?!”
He took a step toward her, casually, like he was strolling — but Lena stumbled back as if he were a wave crashing toward her.
“I didn’t drag you from that dock to ruin your night, Lena. I dragged you because you were about to kill yourself in that floating piece of garbage.”
“What are you even—”
“The boat had a hole,” he said flatly.
All amusement vanished. He was pure steel now.
“It would have sunk in minutes. If I hadn’t followed you, you’d be—”
“Don’t,” she snapped, voice shaking. “Don’t pretend this was some act of heroism.”
His eyes narrowed.
“No!” she screamed. “I wouldn’t NEED saving if you hadn’t brought me here in the first place! You want to be the savior of a situation YOU CREATED?”
Her breath hitched. Pain slammed into her chest. Tea
