Elin's POV:

The man's furious reprimands and Siara's piercing screams filled the air, freezing my thoughts into a blank, white void.

Then came the sound of splashing water. I didn’t need to turn around to know—he’d climbed out of the pool.

I bolted, my feet tripping over themselves in the chaos. My ankle struck the edge of the sofa, and I tumbled to the floor in a graceless crash. I scrambled up, ignoring the dull pain, and hurtled out of the guest room like a hunted deer.

Barefoot, I ...