Page 187 of Sin With Me

“What?” What the fuck is she going on about?

“Moon rocks,” she says, nodding. “That’s the other drug Oli said people take. Could it be someone on—”

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe, shaking my head. My eyes flit back to the lake but everything’s suddenly gone quiet and dark. My jaw ticks as my hairs stand on end.

What the hell?

“Does Divinity have drug addicts?” Eve prattles on, and before I can tell her to shut up, she continues. “Who am I kidding? Of course, they do. I help with AA—no, that’s just for alcoholics, not—”

“Evelyn,” I snap, and her mouth immediately clamps shut. Her blue eyes are massive, and I slide my arm from hers, placing my hands on her shoulders. “Go the fuck inside.”

Something splashes from the water behind us and I push her as far away as I can before whirling around, ready to fight whoever it is. I’m pretty confident it’s not some tweaker on whatever the fuck Eve was talking about, but I’m also not willing to bet her safety on it.

And honestly, if it does turn out to be a duck or some shit, I don’t want her to bare witness to me tucking tail and taking off like a little bitch.

“Roman,” she breathes, and I nod, my eyes tracking the water.

“Go.” I wave her toward the house behind my back, but she still doesn’t move.

The surface breaks as someone pops out from under the water, a light strapped to their head. A soft grunt fills the air, and my brows crash together.

“I’ve got you now,” they mutter before letting out another grunt. “Come here, you precious little beast.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

They grunt again, and I start toward them, my hands balling into fists at my sides. “Hey!” I shout, and their head whips toward me, the light strapped to it blinding me. My arm raises, shielding my eyes.

Frantically, they turn away and buck in the water, sending it sloshing over the bank. A quick glance over my shoulder shows me Eve is finally smart enough to stay where I left her and not come anywhere near potential danger.

Grass crunches under my bare feet as I storm forward, ready to yank them from the water and send them home black and blue.

“Hey, motherfu—”

I pause when I get to the edge of the lake and look down, finding someone in full scuba gear flailing in the water. For a moment, I just stare, because what the actual fuck?

“Just come to Mommy,” she coos. “I’ll be a good mommy. You’ll see. Just come here—”

“Olive?”

Her head snaps up to me, the goggles obscuring her face, and the light blinds me again. “Turn that fucking thing off,” I grumble, covering my eyes with my forearm. “What are you doing?”

“Roman?” I grunt my confirmation, and she lets out a long sigh. “Oh, thank fake baby Jesus you’re here. I need your help.”

I squint, trying to see her past the bright light. “Turn it off!” She jolts at the sudden sound, but she doesn’t move.

“I can’t,” she says, her voice almost raspy, as she stares at the lake.

“Did you say Olive?” Eve asks, coming to my side. Her head tilts the second she sees her friend. “What are you doing, honey?”

“What’s it look like?” Oli wails, throwing a hand toward the water. Eve and I exchange a look, and when I glance back at Oli, I shrug. She lets out an annoyed cry before turning her attention toward the water.

It obscures her hands as she grabs hold of the weeds and jerks on it. “What the fuck are you doing?” My voice comes out harsher than I’d intended, and Eve elbows my ribs, giving me a look that tells me to watch myself.

“You have muscles, don’t you?” Oli huffs, ignoring my question.

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