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    “Get your filthy hands off me!” Ste recoiled, nearly tearing herself away, but his grip was quicker. His fingers mped around her wrist and yanked her toward him.


    In the water, Ste’s strength faltered against Amon. Just as she fought against him, a sharp cramp seized her calf with brutal force, the familiar agony from past swims striking without mercy.


    A cry escaped her, and her body lost its bnce. She gulped down a mouthful of water and slipped beneath the surface.


    The icy rush filled her throat and nose, choking the breath from her lungs. She thrashed wildly, but the stabbing pain in her cramped leg stripped away her strength. Panic only dragged her deeper, and her vision began to blur. Beside her, Amon remained still, his eyes fixed on her iling body, his lips curving with cold amusement as though her suffering entertained him. A dreadful weight pressed down on Ste’s chest. Was this truly how her life would end?


    At the very brink of despair, a sudden force yanked her upward—Amon’s arm mped firmly around her waist and hauled her above the surface.


    The moment she tasted air again, Ste hacked and coughed, her face drained of color, her body trembling from the ordeal.


    The one who pulled her from the water was Amon himself, the same man who had coldly stood by only moments earlier.


    With a firm grip, he kept her steady and steered her toward the pool’s edge. The teasing smile that once lingered on his lips had vanished, reced by an expression that was impossible to read.<fn4c32> Newest update provided by f?ndnovel</fn4c32>


    “Are you alright?” His voice carried the faintest trace of concern.


    Ste clung to the pool wall, wracked by coughs, her body shivering so hard she couldn’t form a reply.


    His eyes shadowed with something darker, Amon bent closer, closing the distance between her trembling lips and his.


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    Ste jolted back to her senses, twisting her head away and shoving against his chest with every ounce of strength she had left. Her voice rasped with rage. “Amon, you madman!”


    Her thoughts burned with fury. He had seized her hand, triggered the cramp, stood idly by as she sank, only to drag her out at thest moment and now try to exploit her. He was truly deranged.


    At her outburst, Amon froze.


    When his eyes met hers, he found only naked contempt and searing anger. For an instant, something unguarded crossed his gaze, then his mask slipped back into ce. A crooked smirk curved his mouth.


    “So this is my reward? Ms. Russell, I rescue you, and this is the thanks I receive?”


    Ste shot him a fierce re before shoving him away. Ignoring the stabbing pain in her leg, she hauled herself out of the pool, snatched up her robe, and pulled it tightly around her. Without so much as a nce back, she strode straight into the changing room.


    Every step in her retreat carried the sting of what had just unfolded and the raw hatred she felt for Amon.


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