The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 366

Citrine instinctively tightened her arms around Sebastian's neck before she managed to ask, "What... what are you doing?"

Was this lunatic actually planning to throw her into the pool?

"Just now, that guy came out alive," Sebastian remarked, watching Citrine's fear with undisguised amusement, as if making a casual observation.

"So what?" Citrine shot him a wary look, a creeping sense of dread curling in her stomach. Why was he even telling her this?

Sure enough, the next second, Sebastian's voice slid cold and quiet into her ear: "If he survived, I suppose you can too."

"You're insane. I'm not going in," Citrine snapped, clinging even tighter to his neck.

"Easy now. Don't fight it." Sebastian's gaze softened, almost tender-utterly at odds with his intentions.

But as he spoke, his other hand came up and began prying her white-knuckled fingers, one by one, from around his neck.

a single, effortless motion, he hurled her into

chance. As gravity took her, panic flashed through her eyes. At the last instant, she shot out a hand and caught hold of Sebastian's suit

hadn't expected that. Off balance and surprised, Sebastian

the water with a loud splash,

the school of piranhas-drawn by the

moment Citrine broke the surface, she reached under her shirt for the small knife she always carried. With quick, practiced movements, she

wasn't angry-in fact,

no mind to the danger; instead, he watched Citrine's swift, lethal movements with genuine admiration. "Impressive. Much

shot back, teeth

from the far end of the

kept one eye on the encroaching swarm, methodically stabbing at the fish that

Sebastian slipped off his ring, pressing a hidden

he stabbed at the piranhas

fought to clear the water