Chapter Sixty-Three
Lola crawled off of Puca, grabbing his shirt to cover him up. She didn’t want Callie or Erik to see him like this as he struggled to breathe. She pulled her sundress on, pressing her back against the wall as she wrapped her arms around her legs. Her chest shook as she tried to hold in her sob.
She didn’t know if she’d killed Puca, but nothing she had done had helped the man she loved.
His breathing was shallow, gurgling with the water that had filled his lungs. Lola didn’t know that his connection with Merrow was the only thing keeping him alive.
The door creaked open. Lola couldn’t help the fear that ripped through her. She didn’t want to see Erik to be reminded that this was her fault.
Looking up at the woman, she put her hand over her mouth. Trying to hold bac
