She was drowning.
Water engulfed her, swirling over her pain-wracked body, filling her lungs to the brim.
She was drowning and there was no way out. No salvation. No hope.
And it was all her fault. She had done this to herself. If only she hadn't been lured in by his sly charm and swarthy debonair looks. If only she'd listened to Victoire when she warned Dom against Lorcan. Because Lorcan was a heartbreaker. Poor little Lily was proof of that.
Just as the water swept over her eyes, she heard someone call her name.
"Lysander?" she murmured, before her battered body slipped beneath the surface of the waves for the final time.