Kingfisher’s boots planted firmly on the lip of the pool. There he stayed, blocking the path between me and my brother. His eyes blazed. “I’m hurt. Leaving without saying goodbye?” I propped myself up on one elbow, then managed to sit up, wincing at the sharp bolt of pain that fired through my side. “I don’t owe you a goodbye. I don’t owe you anything!” “YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE!”
I owe you a lot more I’m sorry🙏
