Seeing that Hastings was acting strangely, Citrine grew anxious something might go wrong. She turned, signaling to Sebastian, "Let's head back."

Sebastian glanced at Hastings, then nodded at Citrine.

"Come on," she signed again.

Without another look at Hastings, Citrine swam upward, steady and determined. Sebastian followed right behind her.

The two of them treated Hastings as if he didn't exist, not sparing him even a glance.

Watching their silhouettes rise toward the surface together, Hastings' expression darkened, his face twisted with resentment.

He had come all the way down here just to find her, and yet she couldn't even be bothered to look his way. All she saw was Sebastian.

A heavy, burning anger settled in Hastings' gut, drowning out all reason.

Suddenly, he surged upward, eyes locked fiercely on Sebastian.

Sebastian, focused on keeping up with Citrine, didn't notice anything amiss-until a sharp pain clamped around his ankle. In an instant, he was yanked downward, plunging toward the ocean floor.

a wicked satisfaction bloom inside him. A trace of

sensed something was wrong. She turned, just

drifting downward,

into her throat. Without hesitation, she spun around and

intent, spread his arms out,

go. He'll make

teach Sebastian a lesson-he

far. Sebastian wasn't that

Citrine stared him down, face grim, and slipped

floor, Sebastian was motionless, his eyes

surged through her as she pulled him upright-and noticed, with horror, that his oxygen

no time to think. Instinct took over. Citrine immediately unfastened her

shock. His fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white All he could do was watch

sliced him like a knife, this moment was a sword driven

knocked Sebastian out, so the moment air flowed into his lungs again,

his eyes and saw her—the flawless, beautiful face of Citrine, so close he could feel

had given him everything-her oxygen, her gear. Realization dawned as he

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