Lola’s POV

He dragged me swiftly toward the tiles, his strokes sharp and practiced. Water splashed around us. Another body cut through the pool nearby Flint, his movements powerful, but he was a beat too late.

Morgan’s grip didn’t falter. He pushed me up against the edge, boosting me high enough for hands from the crowd to grab me.

The rough stone scraped my palms as I clutched onto it, hauling myself out with the help of strangers.

I collapsed onto the tiles, coughing hard, water ...