The sound of laughter echoed across the garden as you gasped for air, panic gripping you. The water’s coldness was nothing compared to the terror that filled your chest as you struggled to stay afloat. Jackson’s mocking voice faded into the background, replaced by your frantic splashes and silent cries for help.

Amid the chaos, Jasper emerged from the crowd. His sharp gaze locked onto you, and for a moment, the world seemed to pause. Without hesitation, he dove into the pool, his movements swift and sure. Strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you from the water as the laughter around you turned to murmurs.

You clung to him, shivering uncontrollably, your soaked clothes clinging to your skin. Jasper’s jaw tightened as he glared at the onlookers, silencing them. He cradled you against his chest, his warmth shielding you from the biting cold.

“Bring the car,” he ordered one of his men, his voice calm yet commanding.

In the car, his arms remained around you, holding you close as you trembled. His hand gently stroked your hair, his voice a soothing murmur. “You’re safe now,” he whispered, over and over, until your ragged breaths slowed.

Exhaustion overtook you, and you fell asleep against him. He covered you with his jacket, his fingers brushing strands of wet hair from your face. Even as you slept, his touch remained, steady and protective, as though silently vowing never to let harm come to you again.