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Only to spot a jet ski co toward me

I groaned and tried to swim faster, but it was no use

The jet ski quieted to a hum as it drifted up beside me

Kaspar looked down from his perch and tilted his head to the side

I hated that look It was blank and e he did was an accident, and he cultivated this crazy, detached persona, but Kaspar was far fro

He cared more than anyone I’d ever met

“Out for a swim?” he asked casually

“I thought it ht be nice Good day for it” I floated onmy breath

“You should come back There are sharks in these waters”

“I know I’ at one”

He laughed His eyes sparkled He was a handso—despite how much I hated hi king or warlord or so like that His shoulders and chest were covered in rip and s, severe features, and every girl I’d ever known that met him co entirely disconcerting

Kaspar Baskin, the beast of the Oligarchs I hated him so much I couldn’t breathe

Orswim

“Coet on”

“I’ll swim back”

“Penny” He saidyou on”

“I don’t think you will” I splashed at hiet your hands dirty for once”

His lips quirked, head tilted I was baiting him and he knew it

“All right then, we’ll do this the fun way” He stood then dove off the jet ski, slicing into the water like a knife

I tried to say but he was so rabbedbubbles fros as he heldand painful, and he was grinning at me before he pulled me back up