Until I Wrote Him
Chapter 89
India's POV
For a terrifying, breath-snatching moment, the water was silent.
No movement.
No shadow.
No Roman.
Just the sun glaring off the surface like it enjoyed watching my nervous system malfunction.
My heart hammered against my ribs like it wanted out. My fingers dug into the railing until my knuckles whitened. Every scenario my overactive, trauma-soaked imagination could produce hit me at once.
And then,
The water broke.
Exploded, really.
Roman rose from the ocean like some dripping, furious, half-mythical sea god carved purely for the purpose of making women rethink their life plans. Water cascaded down his torso in rivulets, catching the sunlight like diamonds running over