BROOKLYN

“You’re crossing your limits,” I gritted my teeth in his face, my breath shuddering from the cold water that seeped through my skin. “Don’t you ever try to mess with me again.”

I tried to swim my way out of the pool, but he halted me by pulling me back. He wasn’t learning from what I’d done to me.

Xander was hell-bent on proving a point.

“I don’t care if you slap me again,” I rolled my eyes at his words, snorting at how unbelievable he sounded. “But, the ...