as if he brought me here to drown me.
Wait. Is that why he brought me here?
“W-what are we doing here?”
“Eating.” He tugs me down to sit at the foot of the tree and opens the food container.
I remain rooted in place, shivering. “I don’t like it here.”
He continues pulling toast and juice and loads of food that I have no idea when he had the time to put together.
“Let’s go back,” I plead, avoiding direct contact with the lake.
He motions at the food. “The faster you eat, the faster we go home and I’ll give you your birthday present.”
I finally rip my gaze from the lake to focus on him. “Why are you doing this?”
“This?” He passes me a toast with jam. “I only made you breakfast.”
I take the toast from him and sit carefully on the ground as if expecting it to shift and I’ll find myself inside the lake.
Aiden watches me as I take tentative bites from the toast. It’s hard to eat when there’s a demon in the form of a lake right in front of me.
Eli died in a place like this.
I lost my brother to the monster of the lake.
The need to throw up assaults me.
“Alicia used to read to me here,” Aiden chews on his eggs slowly.
“She did?” I ask.
“She liked it here. It was away from people and interruptions. We spent most of our time in this place.”
“Did Jonathan join you?”
“Sometimes. He doesn’t like being cut off from his business world.”
I swallow the bite of toast and study him closely. “What else did you do with Alicia here?”
“We had picnics and mostly read.” He grins. “Then we’d go for a swim.”
The toast nearly falls from between my hands when he abandons his eggs and stands to his full height.
In a few seconds, he strips, remaining in black boxer briefs.
My eyes widen, and it’s not only because of his sculpted physique.
Tendrils of fear grip me by the gut as he takes a step back in the direction of the deck.
Even the sky darkens. Gone is the sun from this morning. Huge clouds fill the distance.
“W-what are you doing?” I gawk at him.
“Going for a swim.”
“But it’s freezing!”
He grins in that lopsided way. “Fun, huh?”
“Aiden, don’t.” My voice shakes at the end.
“Do you want to join?” He winks.
“No way in hell.”
“Come on, you know you want to.”
I shake my head violently.
“As you wish.” He lifts a shoulder and before I can say anything, he turns around and takes a dive into the lake.
The toast drops from between my trembling fingers.
My muscles lock together every time he disappears under the water. I stop breathing and only take gulps of air when he resurfaces.
“Join me!” He grins, all wet and exotic and… alive.
He’s alive right now.
But what if the monsters of the lake come after him as they went after Eli? What if —
I shut that voice. “Come out, Aiden.”
He takes one dive after the other, swimming on his side and on his back.
The more he remains in the water, the harder I tremble. Sweat covers my brows and beads on my forehead.
“Come out!” I call, the sound echoing all around us.
He’s not Eli. Not Eli.
He can’t drown when he’s such a good swimmer.
“After one more!” he calls back then takes a dive.
Ten seconds pass.
Twenty.
Thirty.
Oh. God.
He’s not resurfacing.
I jump on shaky feet, the jacket falling to the ground.
“A-Aiden?” I slowly approach the edge of the deck, my heart thundering against my ribcage.
“This isn’t funny, Aiden!”
No answer.
Oh, God. No.
Oh, please. Not Aiden, too.
Please. Please.
“Aiden!” I shriek. “Stop playing around!”
He’s not coming out. He’s drowning. Like Eli.
Just like Eli.
No.
I kick off my shoes. My movements are frantic at best, but I don’t stop.
I won’t let him die.
Not Aiden, too.
I don’t care if I die in my quest to find him. Lake water and my phobias be damned.
A hand grips my ankle.
I shriek.
Aiden’s wet face resurfaces as he uses the deck to jump beside me.
I watch him closely, my eyes filling with tears. “Y-You’re here.”
He comes closer, his chest glistening with water and his hair sticks to the side of his face. “What’s wrong —”
I wrap my arms around his waist and hide my face in his chest. “I lost my brother that way! Eli drowned that way!”
“I didn’t know that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
A sob tears from my throat. “Don’t ever do that again! I thought you were dying. What am I supposed to do if you die?”
His wet fingers stroke my hair and he tugs me