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A little Made For Ruin teaser to keep you going until next Friday…
“Get in the water, Valentina,” Thiago says, his voice cold as his eyes harden. He exhales harshly, stepping slowly toward me as my feet instinctively move back until they meet the edge of the deck “Congratulations,” he adds, “you’ve managed to piss me off.”
I look up, the shrieks of panicking people echoing, footsteps tearing away in every direction, the normal way to escape. The very expensive yacht rocks gently beneath me, lights still glowing warm across the deck like nothing is wrong, like it wasn’t my fault.
I swallow down the guilt.
“Qué mierda?” I blurt out, panic rising in my throat. “I can’t swim, I’ll die!”
His eyes glint as he moves in, jaw tightening for a second. “I’m not that fucking lucky.”
