The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel 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.

In a single, effortless motion, he hurled her into the pool.

Sebastian was strong—Citrine never stood a 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 jacket, yanking him with her into the water.

He hadn’t expected that. Off balance and surprised, Sebastian tumbled in right behind her.

They hit the water with a loud splash, sending waves and droplets flying.

Beneath the surface, the school of piranhas—drawn by the commotion—darted in their direction.

The moment Citrine broke the surface, she reached under her shirt for the small knife she always carried. With quick, practiced movements, she dispatched the three piranhas that lunged at her.

Sebastian, dragged under with her, wasn’t angry—in fact, he seemed almost exhilarated.

She didn’t see the one piranha streaking straight for her chest until it was almost too late. Too close for her knife—she hesitated, eyes narrowing. In the next heartbeat, she spun and yanked Sebastian between herself and the oncoming fish.

The piranha sunk its teeth deep into Sebastian’s shoulder.

“Damn it,” Sebastian grunted, pain etched across his face.

He retaliated instantly, driving the needle from his ring deep into the predator.

Blood poured from his wound, and the scent only called more piranhas. Citrine glanced toward the edge of the pool, her eyes darkening with resolve.

She had to get out—now.

With Sebastian still fending off the fish, Citrine shoved him hard from behind, then turned and powered through the water toward the exit without looking back.