“It’s okay. I’m not crying about that.”

“You’re not?”

Pulling away, I gazed up at him. “I’m crying because of how sweet you are.”

His shocked expression was almost comical. “You’re crying because of me?”

“Yes. I’ve never met anyone who is as caring and selfless as you are. You barely know me, yet you’re willing to do anything and everything to help me heal. It’s truly noble.”

His cheeks flushed pink at my compliments. “Well, I don’t know about all that.”

“It’s the truth. Believe me.” Turning my head, I peered out at the water. “I’m grateful that you brought me here, and I want to give it a try.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I do.”

A relieved look flashed in his eyes. “I’m glad to hear it.” Motioning to the water, he asked, “Ready?”

“I don’t have to get undressed?”

Rev smiled. “You don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

The thought was very comforting, but at the same time, I couldn’t manage to bring my foot up and start into the water. For a few agonizing seconds, I stood frozen, unsure of what to do.

“I can understand if you want to do this alone. I can head back into the woods to give you some privacy.”

Nibbling my bottom lip, I debated his offer. My pain was very personal and very private. Although Rev had been a witness to a lot of it, I wasn’t sure if I wanted him with me. I wondered if I needed to be alone to fully purge myself of the horror I had endured. To not have to worry about him seeing me become hysterical yet again. The idea was very freeing. “I think I would like to go in alone.”

“That’s totally understandable. I won’t go far. Call for me if you need me.”

I nodded. “Thanks.”

He turned and walked back through the high grass and into the woods. Once he was out of sight, I reached down to take off my shoes. I then took a tentative step into the water, quickly drawing back and sucking in a breath at how cold it was. My feet sank into the cool mud of the bank. But when it came time to take another step, I suddenly froze. It wasn’t that I couldn’t do it alone—it’s just that I didn’t want to. Whirling around, I saw that Rev had made his way halfway across the grass. “Rev!” I cried out.

He momentarily froze with his back to me before turning around. Silent and unmoving, he waited to hear the words from me. “I need you!” I shouted. The moment the words left my lips, he began quickly making his way back across the clearing.

When he reached me, he stared intently at me, searching my face.

“I don’t want to do it alone.”

“I understand.” He bent down to take off his shoes. Once he was barefoot, he stepped in front of me to where he would go in the water first. He held out his hand. “Come on. I won’t let anything happen to you.” And as I slipped my hand into his, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wouldn’t let anything ever hurt me—not today and not a year from now.

As we went deeper into the water, the cold temperature took my breath. I knew it would take a few minutes for me to get used to it. When we were waist-deep, Rev let go. “It’s up to you now,” he said.

I completely understood his meaning. He couldn’t keep leading me—I had to do it on my own. As determination surged through me, I kept on walking until the water was up to my shoulders. Then I closed my eyes, held my breath, and took the next step into the unknown.

Immediately I became enveloped in what I imagined was a watery grave. After all, I was looking to be changed, so what better way to do it than through death and rebirth. I stayed submerged until my lungs ached and burned from holding my breath. Finally when I thought I couldn’t take it one more second, I kicked my legs and reached the surface.

But when the bright rays of the sun hit my face, I didn’t feel its warmth. Instead, I felt like my past was an anchor that would drag me down under the water until I drowned. Where was the peace Rev had spoken of? Sure, I had felt something when I was submerged, but it had all left me when I reached the surface again.

“Annabel?” Rev asked.

When I turned toward him, his face fell. My expression must’ve told him what I couldn’t. The next thing I knew, he was coming to me. When he reached for me, I thought it was to comfort me. I never could have imagined he would have grabbed the top of my head and dunked me.

I was submerged for only a second before I came back up, sputtering and hacking. Swiping the hair out of my face, I became enraged at the sound of Rev’s laughter. “Are you kidding me? You think what you just did was funny?”

Nodding his head, he replied, “I wish you could have seen your face.”

I huffed out an indignant breath. “You . . . asshole!” Then with a complete lack of maturity, I splashed water in his face.

“Easy now. Don’t get so riled,” Rev cautioned with a grin.

“You ruined my moment. Why would you do that?”

The amusement on Rev’s face slowly faded. He stared at me so intently that I almost took a step back from him. “I could see in your eyes that you were overcome with too much sadness and negativity. I wanted to show you that even in the middle of all that, things can change, life can be made better. There can be levity amid the desolation—a reason to double over laughing, rather than curling up and crying.”

My mouth gaped at his words. “Are you for real?”

He blinked at me. “What do you mean?” he questioned in a low voice.

With a tentative hand, I reached out to cup his cheek. His skin felt so warm under my fingers. “After everything I’ve been through, sometimes it’s hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that a man like you even exists. One who is caring, compassionate, sensitive, but at the same time was willing to risk his life to save me.”

His expression seemed guarded. Whereas I freely spewed my emotions when I probably should have tempered them, Rev seemed to be trying to find just the right words to respond to me. “When it comes to me, I think your sweet nature is far too complimentary,” he replied. “You give me too much credit. I just did what I thought was right. I would do it again, for you or anyone else who needed me.”

“And you’re too modest,” I countered. I knew he had grown up in a rough, masculine world where feelings were squelched for fear of seeming unmanly. But at the same time, he had a wonderful bond with a mother who had taught him compassion and kindness above everything else.

Rev drew in a ragged breath. “I just want you to see the real me. Regardless of what you say, I still think you’re looking at me through rose-colored glasses.”

I shook my head. “The truth is the truth. More than anything, I wish you could see the real you, so you would believe me.” As I swept the wet strands of hair out of his face, I smiled. “Maybe I was meant to save you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I believe in my heart of hearts that you were meant to save me. So maybe in turn, I’m meant to help you by showing you what a wonderful person you are, regardless of what the negative voices in your head tell you.”

Rev smiled. “I’ll happily let you wear the hero hat if it gets you off my back.”

Once again, I splashed water at him. “You’re impossible, Rev Malloy.”

“I would say the same thing about you, Annabel Percy.” He held out his hand. “Come on. We should head back. Breakneck will have my hide for bringing you here when you’re supposed to be recuperating.”

As I slipped my hand into his, I smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

“You’re welcome. Anytime you want to come back, I’ll bring you.”

Although it defied reason, my heart did a funny little flip-flop that was usually reserved for my latest crush. Instead of exploring that line of thought any further, I pushed it out of my mind as I walked out of the water.