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I thought I was going to drown.
I could see nothing as the light left my vision and I was thrashing in the pitch black as the grip on my ankle held fast. I wasn’t able to shake it and, when I felt fingers adjusting their hold on me, I knew Arthur had found me already.
If his plan was just to kill me in the water, he was going to achieve it. I was woefully underprepared for a scenario like this.
Just at the point where I was seriously starting to panic, I heard a rushing in my ears and it felt like the water fell away from me, like my feet were now standing on something solid. I still didn’t dare take a breath until there was a pat on my back.
“Take a lungful. I’m not interested in you being a corpse.”
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“Luv, why are you looking at me like I’ve grown three heads?” John gets a little worried.
I wanted to ask him about what Superman had said before I went any further, just in case it was something terrible. From the sounds of it, it might be and I wasn’t prepared to journey on with him at my side if that was the case.
“Spit it out!” he’s shuffling nervously. “I don’t like the way you’re starin’.”
“Why did you impersonate my husband?” I finally ask.
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