In his eyes, my bargaining was just an admission of guilt.
I pulled on my goggles. Bit down on the regulator.
Jumped.
I broke the surface without a splash, vanishing into the gray-black water.
On the dock, the monitoring screen flickered to life, displaying the real-time feed from my suit.
My heart rate: a steady, flat line.
Liam stared at the readout, brows knitting together.
The water was forty-six degrees. My calm irritated him.
Visibility was almost nonexistent.
Suddenly—a powerful surge slammed into me.
*Sabotage.*
The air supply hose shuddered violently, and the flow from the regulator cut off.
Suffocation hit instantly.
I looked up. Through the murky water, the operator under the boat was violently shaking the line.
Evelyn had bribed someone.
She wanted me dead.
On the monitoring screen, my heart rate didn't even flicker.
I didn't scream. I didn't struggle.
Deadly calm settled over me like a second skin. My fingers found the main air supply hose, severed it, and twisted open the backup mini cylinder.
Child's play.