Chapter 58 Chef Colin

Jane’s POV

“That’s enough,” I reprimanded him. “Lie down and go to sleep,” I ordered in my sternest voice.

Silently, he laid down on the couch. He looked up at me the whole time, looking for all the world like a sad puppy.

“Over there!” I pointed to his couch. He didn’t move; he didn’t even react. I sighed. “Fine, I’ll go over there,” I said, and went to settle myself on his couch. I fluffed up the cushions and tugged the blanket right up to my chin and then, at last, the world went quiet.

I listened to Colin’s breathing as it steadied and slowed. Once I was sure he was okay, I let myself drift off to sleep.

There were hands around my neck. I gasped for air, my lungs straining for oxygen they couldn’t reach. I opened my eyes to see Hunter glaring down at me, his upper lip peeling back. I tried to scream, to thrash, but he held me firm, a wicked smile tugging at his perfect lips.

Then he threw me into a lake. I opened my mouth and water rushed in, filling my throat, my lungs –

“What the