Allison's POV

I dove into the sea, swimming as fast as I could away from him. I would rather die than return to that prison he called a house and subject myself to the continual mental torture he was putting me through.

I had thought he would chase me in his deflating boat, but then I heard the massive splash behind me, hands cutting into the water. I turned sharply in the water, and I saw him swimming fast for me, the gentle waves tugging against his body.

Bloody hell. Why the hell doesn't ...