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Something was wrong with me. I was touching her. I’d been touching her all this time. And now I wasallowingher to touch me.

I…I was fucking weeping over her.

This was fucking blasphemy even for me. I never allowed anyone to touch me. Nor had I ever wept over someone like this…

So why was I letting her touch me? Why was I crying over a stranger I barely fucking knew? Someone I despised?

Her wet hand met my face. My heart pounded harder at the intimate gesture.

I breathed out and closed my eyes, my skin tingling from her touch.

“Th-thank you,” she rasped again, her breath falling short. Her head fell back against the cold floor, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Samara!” I shook her, my head dipping back down to her mouth. Her weak breath blew out against my skin, letting me know she was still alive.

I laid her down gently and rushed to grab my towel, wrapping her up. Then with a weak grunt, I hauled her up in my arms and carried her out the room, all the way down to the nurse’s office.

Chapter 36

Samara

Iopenedmyeyesto find myself in a room I didn’t recognize. My body shivered, my teeth chattering as I hauled up the blankets wrapped around me, clinging them closer.

Where am I? What happened? The last thing I remembered was…

The note…

The pool…

Kinsley…

I sat up fast and breathed hard, my eyes flashing as I glanced around the room. My gaze softened as I laid eyes on a large body curled up in a tiny chair, resting. It was Phantom.

I blinked several times to ensure I wasn’t hallucinating.

“P-Phantom?”

His large body jerked forward, scoping the room on both sides before his wild eyes landed on me.

“Samara…” He stumbled to his feet, his body shaking. He was fully dressed in his school uniform. “Are you okay?”

Everything came back in small, brief flashes, making me clasp tighter to the blanket. “You saved me.”

“Yeah.” He paused, nervously scratching the back of his head. “I did.”

“Why?”

“You fucking drowned. What else was I supposed to do, just leave you lying there in the bottom of the pool?”

I nodded to that, understanding his point of view on the situation. He probably would’ve done that for anybody. I knew I would, even though I couldn’t swim.

“What happened?” he asked me.

I looked up at him, confused. “You were right there in the gym when everything happened.”

“Just fucking tell me what happened.”

I sighed, shaking my head. “I found a note in my locker saying to meet by the pool. I thought it was from Rhett. When I got there, I saw you at the gym, so I assumed the note was from you.”

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