Chapter 367
Chapter 367:
The speed of it stunned him. A thought flashed briefly through his mind, then vanished before he could grasp it. There was no time to dwell on it. He pulled out his phone and called Bobby. “Carry it out.” He ended the call and leapt in after them.
The twin splashes snapped Watson out of his daze. He rushed to the window and stared down at the water, where three widening rings disturbed the surface.
“What just happened?” Jonas burst through the door, breathless.
Watson stared back at him, utterly lost.
R𝘦a𝘥 𝘧𝗋𝖾𝘦 𝗻о𝘷𝖾𝗅ѕ 𝗼𝗇.со𝘮
At that instant, the roar of helicopter blades thundered overhead.
Realization struck both men simultaneously. They rushed toward the window, intending to escape — and never made it. Dark figures dropped from above, encircling them in seconds. Their faces drained of color as they collapsed helplessly to the floor.
Beneath the water, moonlight filtered through the depths and fell across Kristine.
Apart from the biting cold, she felt nothing. She swam with all her strength, never slowing, never daring to pause.
Dusk Reach Pier was one of the busiest piers in the city. She hadn’t chosen it for the chaos — she had chosen it because most ships here headed straight for open waters. If she could board one unnoticed, she could disappear from Rymonst entirely.
The thought thrilled her.
For days she had held herself back, masking every intention. She had pushed Monica into attempting to steal the antiques not only for retaliation, but because once Monica was imprisoned, the items would be safely beyond anyone’s reach. Only then could Kristine leave without regret.
As for returning — she had no answer. If fate allowed, she hoped never to come back. There was nothing here worth staying for.
As the thought formed, two faces surfaced in her mind: Danica and Asher. Would he worry when he realized she was gone?
“Kristine p>
A low voice echoed behind her. She turned and saw Colton cutting through the water toward her — powerful and relentless, his movements swift and precise.
Panic surged. Kristine forced her thoughts clear and swam harder. She needed another ship. Fast.
As he watched the distance between them grow, fear gripped Colton. She was escaping. He refused to allow it. His eyes sharpened, and he pushed forward with greater force.
Within moments, Kristine was within reach.
Water roared in her ears. She glanced back, spotted him closing in, and kicked with renewed desperation. The pursuit carved ripples across the quiet sea.
Time blurred. At last, Kristine heard the deep hum of an engine. She turned toward the sound. Colton was still close behind. Clenching her jaw, she drove herself forward.
If she reached that ship, she would be free. That single thought carried her onward.
Soon, the shadow of a massive hull emerged ahead. She surged toward it. The anchor chain came into view, and she grabbed it instantly, wrapping her arms around the cold metal and hauling herself upward.
Just as she prepared to climb aboard, icy fingers closed tightly around her ankle.
Kristine looked down and saw Colton. Not even a flicker of shock crossed her face.
She lashed out again and again, but his grip stayed locked around her foot.
Struggling to breathe, she cried out, “Colton, release me p>